Jiang Shouzhong was speechless.
This woman seemed to have something wrong with her head.
Could she be possessed?
Jiang Shouzhong said irritably, "If I saved you a little later, you might have been sucked dry into a mummy."
"Mummy?"
Jiang Yi tilted her little head, "People can be sucked into a mummy? How do you suck them dry?"
"Well, it's like..."
Jiang Shouzhong was about to answer, but the woman lowered her head slightly.
"Is it like this?"
A cold, seductive voice rang out.
At the same time, Jiang Shouzhong suddenly felt a moist coolness at his neck, like a cold snake sliding across.
Immediately after, teeth lightly pricked his skin,
Damn!
Jiang Shouzhong felt a chill down his spine, a wave of cold rising from his backbone.
Almost reflexively, he threw the woman on his back to the ground, instinctively reaching for the long sword at his waist, pulling it out with a "clang."
"You're not Jiang Yi?"
