Mo Lian was on the verge of reaching out to pick up the little blue snake and remove it when, as if sensing an impending crisis, the tiny creature promptly coiled itself and clung to Qiao Mu's wrist. It obediently formed a circular shape and lay as still as a lifeless body.
Qiao Mu couldn't help but find it amusing. She glanced at the little blue snake before turning her gaze to Mo Lian and Duan Yue. "We…"
"Pfft!"
"Dong, dong, dong!" A sudden sound resonated from beneath the ship.
Before long, Little Fatty's agile figure dashed over, shouting, "There are hundreds, maybe even thousands of saber-toothed fish gnawing at the ship's hull. I think they might breach it very soon."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned as if they'd lost their parents. It wasn't that they were overly fearful; under ordinary circumstances, they could simply sink the ship and take flight.
