Chapter 133 The Form of an Immortal

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What does it mean when they say you can't wash yourself clean even if you jump into the Yellow River?

Li Muyang felt somewhat wronged, but upon closer reflection, he felt perhaps not so wronged after all.

Although he had not touched it with his own hands, the sensation of the tentacles' touch was transmitted into his mind.

Tsk... Is this the ability of the ancient evil bloodline?

Control over ethereal tentacles?

Li Muyang realized that from this moment on, "Deadly Wild Grass" might just have a combat mode.

Little Wild Grass, who had her thigh touched, blushed with embarrassment and glared at him for a long time.

But in the end, the girl just huffed and ran off without saying anything.

Watching the girl's retreating figure, Li Muyang smacked his lips, still savoring the sensation from before.

—Referring to the feeling of controlling the tentacles.

With a thought, the tentacles filling the room immediately began to move.