Zhao Yi looked at the strange color in Su Qianqian's eyes and mercilessly shattered her illusion.
"It's not that monk either!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the small green snake sucking on Su Qianqian's neck.
"Your lifesaver is still hanging around your neck!"
Hmm?
Su Qianqian was startled and instinctively reached to touch her neck, feeling the cold, smooth slenderness.
She was taken aback again, then jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
This jump pulled at the wound on her butt.
"Ah... mm..."
Su Qianqian couldn't bear it and let out a moan that sounded both like crying and laughing.
Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the ground.
It was only then she belatedly remembered the small green snake on her neck, yanked it off, and threw it away with a smack.
The small green snake was already unwilling to help her detoxify, not expecting to be treated with such ingratitude by Su Qianqian.
