At most, the fish will die and the net will break with it, if you die, it must die.
Dorothy Vera thought so, so she prepared herself, her eyes flashing with resilience, no one knew what fate she and the snake were.
On the rooftop, the nanny was already shocked and overwhelmed, and she didn't dare to look anymore.
Chris glanced at the person next to him, neither fast nor slow, and said, "You should rest now."
"Mr. Vera, will that snake swallow her?" The nanny suddenly asked.
"Who knows, the situation before her eyes can't be escaped." Chirs insisted that even at this point he did not believe that Dorothy Vera could turn the chessboard.
The nanny took a breath of cold air, she reminded the young master but it seemed useless, the young master really wanted to kill people.
