The mask.

In her sleep, The Pink Bride felt colder and colder.

Gradually, she felt that something was wrapped around her neck, and it became difficult for her to breathe.

Her long black hair was like a jet-black stream of water, spreading and rising bit by bit. Very quickly, it filled the entire boudoir.

Her fine and tough hair was as agile as a snake. It reached into the tent and wrapped around the neck of The Pink Bride, tightening around her neck ...

The Pink Bride's eyes were tightly shut, and her originally ruddy face gradually turned pale. Her calm expression revealed a look of struggle.

She really wanted to wake up, but her eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open them no matter what.

Soon, her aura began to weaken.

All of a sudden, a bloody gash appeared on The Pink Bride's glabella. Then, a pair of blood-red eyes filled with hatred, coldness, and anger suddenly opened!