But it was not over yet. Just like removing the bones from a chicken wing, the skin and flesh on Meng Liming's calf went backwards along with his body, and his entire leg bone was completely exposed amid the sound of flesh being torn, and after completely separating from the skin and flesh, it fell to the ground with a clatter.

Nari stared at the tragic scene. At one point, she felt that Meng Liming in the mirror looked a bit like the dead duck with its stomach ripped open in the locker room that morning.

Nari's hands unconsciously clasped her calves, leaving several indentations on them. The slight pain kept her sane, but she looked up in the mirror and grinned at herself.

Before Nari could react, Devonte in the mirror walked towards her and made an inviting gesture. Nari wanted to shake her head to refuse, but it was obvious that Nari in the mirror did not mean that.

The people in the mirror seemed to be unable to see Meng Liming, who was lying unconscious on the ground with blood still flowing, and his life or death was uncertain. Instead, they all looked at Nari, watching her stretch out her hand and put it on Devonte's hand.

Those people had smiles of the same arc on their faces that made Nari feel a little dizzy, like the stiff expressions of works painted by an unskilled artist.

Just as Nari was feeling dizzy, someone touched her shoulder outside the mirror. Nari suddenly turned around, shrank back, and looked at the "foreign face" in front of her with horror.

Devonte's hand froze in the air for a moment, and then Nari saw him bend down and ask with a gentleman's gesture, "Beautiful lady, would you like to try it?"