C55 Manchurian Tiger(1)

Gazing down at the small snake still clamped onto her ankle, Xiong Yi's eyes were as icy as the depths of winter. With swift motion, she grabbed Wei Yu's large sword that lay beside the bed. A flurry of rough swordplay followed, and the small snake, having fulfilled its mission, was cleaved into countless pieces that scattered across the floor.

Even after the ordeal