Yang Tiantian was already struggling like a mouse in a trap.
"What's going on?" she muttered to herself. "How did I end up like this? What should I do?"
She was helpless.
Sikong Wuyuan could not understand her state.
Those who did not know better would think that Yang Tiantian had suffered a huge blow.
Shaking his head, he could not help but sympathize with her.
She was mentally weak.
With this thought in mind, some white spiritual energy appeared in his hand.
The spiritual energy gently wrapped around Yang Tiantian. She was suddenly immersed in a fantasy, and the ring on her waist tightened a little. It almost broke her in half.
Jiang Ming could tell that this fantasy was beautiful. He looked at Sikong Wuyuan and said, "Why are you being so nice to Yang Tiantian? She wanted to kill us."
"I don't know either, but I feel so bad for her. Let her die in a gentle dream."