The snake's body was long, covered with ominous black floral patterns. When the snake lunged forward, Yin Hun the Nineteenth moved with speed and decisiveness, clamping half of the snake's body in the door gap, then grabbed the door handle with both hands and exerted force aggressively, severing the snake's body.
This time, Yin Hun the Nineteenth's explosive strength was also formidable. With Tang Qingxue's safety in mind, he was probably exerting his utmost strength.
Watching the severed snake head writhing on the ground was utterly disgusting. He kicked the snake's remnants away and charged into the bathroom.
At this point, Tang Qingxue was already slumped in the bathroom, her black hair hanging down, her face pale, holding a towel tied around her leg.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth immediately noticed the distinct bite mark on her pale leg.
"You were bitten?"
