"Splat!"
A crisp sound.
Following this, Alii saw a hand emerge from the black mist, holding an open can of Jianlibao with a straw inserted.
The girl opened her mouth, bit down on the straw, and took a few sips.
The Ghost Infant within the surrounding black mist quickly faded in her eyes, becoming less terrifying.
The girl always feared this world, and the only true sense of safety came from the young man.
While sipping the drink, the carving continued.
The girl released the straw.
Li Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, drank the remaining half can himself, and then walked several steps to finally exit the range of the black mist.
The black mist grew denser, and its coverage increasingly expanded.
Within this circle, its area exceeded the remaining space, no longer surging unconsciously, increasingly forming bundles, as if there were fine streams flowing within the black mist.
If nothing unexpected happens, it will soon transform into an entity similar to a swimming Jiao Long.
