C103 The Mother Is a Tree the Son Dreams

"I hate you for framing my son even though you know who did it? To make him beg for death in his dreams, do you understand!? "

It was an angry roar that only Madam Ma could hear.

The willow trees wrapped around her layer by layer, rolling her into a ball.

And then it swallowed her whole.

The willow tree then left, and blood flowed all over the ground