Looking at Su Qianqian's haughty demeanor, Wang Xiaolong smiled knowingly, refraining from the usual rebuttal.
Because it wasn't important whether she could make every creature within fifty miles beg for mercy.
What mattered was making the dangerous red snake in front of him kneel, and that was enough.
Looking down, the red snake, coiling on the ground, nodded repeatedly, its body trembling uncontrollably.
It was as if it was suppressed by some invisible force.
Amazed by this miraculous scene, Wang Xiaolong couldn't help but click his tongue in secret.
He also asked curiously, "In my memory, snakes are rarely red, and one that's entirely bright red is even unheard of. Do you know what kind it is?"
Su Qianqian didn't rush to explain, but instead asked back, "Have you smelled a faint bad odor?"
"Fox odor? Don't you fox spirits naturally have that?"
