No matter how special that mosquito was, no matter how "Schwarzenegger" it was, it was indeed just a mosquito.
Although its size had increased, its abilities had not strengthened much. At this moment, even if it exerted all its strength, and even held a do-or-die mindset against He Qing, it still did not cause her the slightest injury. Instead, it exhausted itself to the point of weariness, its wings already feeble in the air from the very beginning, as if it would have fallen long ago if not for the breath sustaining it.
Seeing it like this, even though He Qing knew it was the chief culprit in sucking human blood and had committed more than one bad deed, she still couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration.
—It was just a mosquito.
