How come it sounds like you're preparing to eat roast whole lamb.
Fei Yan frowned and said, "Hurry—"
"Ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, a sharp, purple-black Tusk unexpectedly tore open a wound on her back.
Excruciating pain and venom rapidly injected into her body, the gushing wound quickly turned black and red, the poisonous gas was chilling, the blood festering, and the wound looked as ghastly as a centipede crawling over, exceptionally terrifying.
Caught off guard, Fei Yan couldn't suppress a cry of pain, her face turning deathly pale as she bit her lips, drawing strands of fresh blood.
Baili An raised his hand, watching the black Blood Pearl drip slowly from the tip of the Tusk. He raised an eyebrow and said, "The scream sounds good, at least it makes you look more like a normal person."
Fei Yan clenched her teeth in hatred, too pain-stricken to argue with him. Her shoulders trembled, her teeth chattering, "Continue..."
