621 Honeycomb Flame City

Carl's countenance instantly turned pitch-black as he looked at the female trembling in a corner. He went over to grab her by the hair, lifting her.

"Ahh!" Molly was lifted, and her posture turned into a kneeling one. She had no choice but to grab onto the male's legs to reduce the pain in her head.

Her face covered in dust was wet from tears, leaving behind two dirty tear trails on her face and moistening her dried lips a little.

Although she was in a pathetic state, her beautiful face was better able to agitate a male's desire to destroy.

"Gulp—"

Sounds of swallowing saliva rang out in the black hole.

"Can't bear to?" Carl raised Molly higher and patted her face. "You guys probably can't guess that my spousal relationship was removed by this female the moment we became mates. You guys might have beautiful memories of your mates, but I have none at all. Looking at this face only makes me feel loathing and hatred!"