When both opening and closing his eyes meant darkness, Song Shuhang started seriously considering whether he ought to just get some proper sleep.
"Wait, something's off here. Why is my consciousness restricted to such a tiny area? Even my third eye only sees endless black?" Song Shuhang, whose brain had been slow-cooked by the Law of Eternity and whose processing speed was way down, finally sensed something odd in his current situation.
"Song—brain gone blue screen again—Shuhang." The virtuous lamia shrank and floated behind Song Shuhang, mimicking Fairy Creation's tone as she sang. At the same time, she reached out and popped out the totally fried eyeball from Song Shuhang's right eye. Then she pressed her tiny hand to his left eye, casting healing magic again and again.
