The young man's voice was hoarse and stubborn. In those pitch-black eyes devoid of whites, a flash of blood-seeping scarlet darted past. Jiang Xinli caught a sliver of clarity within his bewildered gaze. Reaching out to grab his tentacles and steady herself, she sternly questioned, "Prince Cthulhu, do you have a death wish?!"
Whether male or female, an Octopus only reproduced once in its lifetime. Furthermore, after mating, a male would soon die from fasting.
"Life?" The young man's wildly squirming tentacles stiffened, his pitch-black eyes filling with agonizing bewilderment. "My—life, belongs to... Him... No, all of our lives belong to Him," he added, his articulation becoming slightly clearer.
Jiang Xinli furrowed her brows. "Is He Jinyuan?"
