Time was of the essence, and the power of the darkness had exceeded song qingxiao's expectations. Even though she wanted to hear Sage yueshu talk about his dream, she ruthlessly interrupted him.
"Then why did you betray your ideals in the end?"
When she asked this question, half of Sage Yue Chan's face showed a guilty and sad expression.
He was like a child who had done something wrong and was being reprimanded by an adult.
I didn't keep my promise ... The grief in his eyes overflowed, and his head slowly fell.
The black tentacles on his lower lip began to move. Taking advantage of the moment when he lowered his head, they stuck to his upper lip, forming thousands of connections, as if they wanted to seal his upper lip.
He realized this and raised his head again. As his lips opened and closed, the sticky silk was pulled out from his plump upper lip, stretched, broke, and finally turned into black gas, retreating back to his chin.
