"Born of the same root, why rush to destroy each other?"
Lu Bei tried to reason in his tone, claiming that they were all snakes and asked She Huan not to be so violent, noting that it was not easy for that little maid to survive up to this point.
While speaking, he tried to pass through using the beauty of Xiaobai's face.
Since Mrs. Snake's body didn't have the scent of other snakes, She Huan readily accepted. The couple, disregarding the Gold Scale Fine Snake, opened a private room.
The snake was still small and could not share some joys.
Gold Scale Fine Snake: (ↀ˘‸˘ↀ)
Half an hour later, She Huan, feeling refreshed, walked out of the Yin-Yang gate and saw the little maid Lu Bei had mentioned in the monster lord's cave.
Hui Mountain leaned against the tiger skin stone seat in a stupor and sleep, her body gracefully curved, her delicate face partly concealed. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as though she was dreaming something, her delicate features instantly bereft of color.
