Seeing Mi Yin on the verge of a violent, suppressed rage, the already frigid deep sea seemed to drop several more degrees, a chill that raised goosebumps and made one's hair stand on end.
An Jin knew this snake's temperament all too well. Right now, every fiber of his being, from head to toe, down to every last strand of his hair, seemed to be screaming, 'I'm about to snap,' 'I want to snap,' and 'I really want to butcher a fish…'
At a time like this, she absolutely could not afford to shield Xi. Doing so would only make Mi Yin, blinded by fury, all the more eager to kill him.
"I don't feel so well..." Her face was a little pale as she held out her wrist, which was chafed red and stained with dried blood. She swam toward him. "Look, I'm hurt."
Mi Yin immediately turned his head to look. His aura grew even more frigid and terrifying. Though his face remained sullen and his lips were pressed into a thin line, An Jin knew the focus of his rage had shifted.
