"Don't move!"
Sandy Cruz's tone carried a hint of sternness.
At the same time, that cool, creeping object fell onto her neck, slick and slimy, causing a bout of goosebumps.
Instinctively, she froze in place.
Flossie Wright's face darkened.
It was a snake.
She didn't know if it was venomous.
And—
The next moment, that slippery sensation suddenly disappeared.
Flossie Wright heaved a sigh of relief.
She wasn't afraid of snakes, but she didn't want to be bitten by one.
Such creatures always appeared out of nowhere, delivering a lethal blow when you least expect it.
What's worse, you never know if the snake is venomous or not.
In the instant the snake left her body, Flossie Wright slightly turned her head to look at Sandy Cruz beside her and immediately saw the python he was clutching in his hand.
It was a python.
Not very large, about the size of three fingers, it was desperately struggling in Sandy Cruz's grip.
"Too bad we already have dinner."
