"Crack."
The brush in his hand snapped directly, ink splattered everywhere, leaving little black spots on his white silver-threaded sleeve and alabaster-like hand.
"Ah..."
Ye Qi's face instantly turned deathly pale, an excruciating pain that made him let out a muffled groan.
"Brother Ye Qi, what's wrong?!"
Wen Xiao'ai was startled by Ye Qi's sudden change.
"Blood, Blood Poisonous Insect..."
He tightly gripped the broken brush, the jagged end stabbing fiercely into the flesh of his palm as Ye Qi's voice trembled.
The Blood Poisonous Insect rampaged through his body, biting and gnawing recklessly, the unbearable pain spreading throughout, making him desperately want to cut open his skin and flesh to catch the insect.
"The insect bit you again...?!" Wen Xiao'ai was in a panic.
Ye Qi, sweating from the pain, couldn't help but bend over, resting his head on his forearm.
