He had his own ways of catching and handling snakes, methods that others couldn't use. Of course, with strength, one would follow their own methods, or rather, instincts. On matters like this, instinct was remarkably reliable.
Since nobody was watching anyway, he could do whatever he wanted. What a great opportunity to save time and be efficient.
If he had to catch snakes the way most people do, it would have just constrained him, making him move clumsily.
He secured the bag containing the python.
The temperature was right, the grass comfortable, and the surrounding branches provided just the right amount of cover. If possible, Feng Yi really wanted to let his little tail out to relax and stretch his muscles.
Since leaving home, he felt like a six-foot man sitting on a child's stool, a feeling of constraint.
Now there was a chance to stretch.
But no, better to continue enduring for safety's sake.
