Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Jiang Liu's pupils contracted.
Lately, no one had strangled him around the neck, so why were there such obvious strangulation marks?
What's going on?
"Could it be..." Staring at the marks on his neck, Jiang Liu instinctively recalled the scene from his recent dream.
In the dream, he transformed into a tree, then another towering tree extended numerous vines and wrapped around him.
At that time, he felt an impending suffocation.
Could these marks be caused by the dream tree?
"How is it possible!? Isn't it just a simple dream?" Thinking about this, Jiang Liu felt even more shocked.
"Master? What's wrong? Is there anything unusual?" Zhu Bajie noticed Jiang Liu's strange expression and silence, and couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, it's nothing, maybe we got hurt accidentally during a dungeon run!" Hearing Zhu Bajie's inquiry, Jiang Liu didn't want to worry them since he was unclear about the situation, so he casually made an excuse.
