Song qingxiao's gaze pierced through the black mist and landed on the top of the 'giant tree' in the distance.
Sage yueshu had already lowered her head. Her previous conversation with song qingxiao had caused her to sink into self-blame and guilt.
The corners of his mouth drooped down, and the tentacles on the lower half of his lips seized the opportunity to quietly stick to his upper lips again.
Countless thin and dense tentacles dug into his upper lip, and the black gas spread on the upper half of his white and clean face. Soon, it entered his eyes.
Several black blood streaks appeared in his eyes, which were slightly sorrowful, and the blue eyes glowed purple.
He quickly came back to his senses and began to struggle again.
The black thread was broken once again. His skin and flesh were torn apart, and blood gushed out.
The connected lips were forcibly separated. With a hard struggle, his entire head was completely free from the 'giant tree'.
