C1133 All Sorts of Arrangements
The ensuing scene would be etched in Tang Zhiran's memory forever.
She watched as ink-black tendrils, reminiscent of tentacles, writhed and twisted into Feng Gang's mouth.
Observing Feng Gang's throat convulse, it was evident that the black threads were burrowing into his internal organs.
Feng Gang's eyes bulged, as if they might burst from their sockets.
His limbs were rigid
