"Ah—!" Wei Molili suddenly woke up, clutching his head tightly, and let out a painful wail, rolling continuously on the ground.
"This bastard is trying to play tricks!" Ji Yaohua's eyes narrowed, the fan in her hand already opened, ready for Wei Molili's sudden madness.
Ying Ze also gripped the long weapon in his hand, staring at him intently.
Xi Qianxue's fingertips were already wrapped in a stream of water, she looked at Mu Qingge, waiting for her command to reseal the big monster.
Among the four, only Mu Qingge's expression remained unchanged, her face still stern, staring at Wei Molili, but the golden hue in her eyes gradually became denser.
However, Wei Molili did not launch an attack on any of them, he merely knelt on the ground in agony, burying his head deeply, and desperately beating his head.
The big monster, with Mu Qingge's Linglong Spear against its forehead, issued another sound from within the fleshy tube.
