Luo Qiangwei thought he was just talking big before, but her eyes widened in a panic and she screamed, "Mo Shiche, no! Don't come over here!"
Before her words ended, the tall man had already swung over on the rough hemp rope, Mo Shiche kicked against a tree trunk, and his body fell smoothly, standing firmly beside her.
Perhaps because of the invasion of a different scent, the snake masses that were merely slithering around suddenly became restless, and several of them lunged towards him!
Luo Qiangwei's eyes widened in shock, and she reached out to frantically push him, "Mo Shiche, go quickly! Leave!"
But the next second, she was enveloped in a powerful embrace.
Mo Shiche pressed one hand on her head and circled his other arm around her waist; he bent slightly, using his own body to completely hold her in his arms, protecting her firmly.
The snakes that lunged at him bit directly into his ankle and wrist.
And they held on without letting go.
