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Qinghe's eyes turned icy, and she moved like lightning, quickly darting towards Nata. Just as the tongue was mere millimeters from her neck, she swiftly reached out and gripped its head.
They had originally thought that Qinghe was only skilled in finer arts, like acupoint strikes, after all, she was a girl, not one of those big men who practiced martial arts every day, swinging their arms. But now they saw that wasn't the case. Her speed was something even they couldn't match. It seemed they still had much to learn about their young master.
Nata had already felt the slimy, cool touch and was horrified. Holding her breath, she dared not move at all, standing stiffly in place. She had always been terrified of these squishy, slithering creatures. When she saw what Qinghe was holding, her body went limp and she quickly leaned against a nearby tree, gasping for air. Damn it, she was about to suffocate herself.
