"You..." Tong Ran staggered back two steps as the bloodthirsty crimson in his eyes frightened her, "What's wrong with you?"
The man kept walking.
She hurried to catch up with him, "Mo Nanjue, can you hear me talking?"
He obviously couldn't hear her. When Tong Ran tried to pull his hand, he threw hers off with great force. He kept heading towards the sea. She knew the poison must be taking effect, just as he loved to soak in cold water the first time she saw him. But she couldn't quite pinpoint what was different this time.
But now, if he went into the sea, was there any chance of him coming back up?
Deeply aware of this, she rushed up again to pull him. In the instant he threw her off, she suddenly lowered her head, her teeth clamping down forcefully on the tiger's mouth of his hand!
The man, in pain, suddenly opened his half-closed eyes. He glanced at Tong Ran, and only then did she let go, her mouth stained with the taste of blood, "You..."
