At this moment, the entire world Mi Lu saw was filled with bright red liquid, making him feel broken-hearted, as if he had already died once in this world.
Zhi Yuyan was like a wilting flower, unable to support her weight any longer, collapsing straight down.
Her bulging eyeballs grotesquely rotated in the sunken eye sockets, her face resembling a bitter melon exposed under the scorching sun, crisscrossed with hideous wrinkles.
One could no longer see even a trace of the unparalleled grace of the Demon Queen.
Yet, her gaze towards Mi Lu differed from that ferocity, revealing a sense of peace and resignation, like decaying wood.
She stared at Mi Lu unwaveringly, as if each glance might be her last, her dried and chapped lips trembling subtly, her voice hoarse and subdued: "Tao... Tao'er, don't be naughty, take care of your sister... take care of your sister..."
Her intermittent words seemed like a candle flickering in the wind, suddenly cut off.
