For the time being, she remained still, seeking a suitable opportunity.
The martial artist's five senses were extremely alert.
Qinghe gradually sensed something was amiss.
Although the stench of blood was heavy outside, there was another faint, almost indistinguishable scent of blood inside the house, nearly overshadowed by the strong smell from outside.
He suddenly got up and then dashed towards Dong Huiying like an arrow. He saw Dong Huiying with her head bowed, and as suspicions formed in his heart, he suddenly reached out, trying to pry open her mouth, but Dong Huiying suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of small teeth stained red with blood.
Chomp!
She bit down hard on Qinghe's wrist, using all her strength. Her teeth pierced through the skin, biting down to the bone, and she tore a piece of flesh from Qinghe's hand.
"Ptooie!"
She spat the piece of flesh onto the ground. At the same time, she pulled out the silver hairpin from her head.
