IT'S YOUR ENDING

It wasn't just Yu Ming's hand that parted strands of his green hair before finally reaching Yu Liang's neck. Even his body slipped between the strands of hair before he stood directly behind the old man.

As he tightened his grip around Yu Liang's neck, the green hair that had previously trapped the old man in the middle suddenly fell helplessly to the ground. Previously, the long hair was connected to Yu Ming's scalp, but then the strands of hair became independent objects when they were no longer connected to the rest of the hair on Yu Ming's head.

It seemed like Yu Ming cut his hair before he could sneak out from behind his uncle, and that was why the length of his hair only reached his shoulders now. But perhaps he didn't even care about it because he focused his attention on his hand that was still grasping Yu Liang's neck.