A playful glint flashed in Tu Xiao'an's demonic eyes. He watched coldly as Jiang Xingze approached, one step, two steps, three steps, until the man and Snake were no more than three meters apart.
"Don't be scared, little treasure. I'll take you home."
Jiang Xingze pushed the strange voice he'd heard to the back of his mind, focused only on capturing this rare Snake Species of unknown origin.
In an instant, Jiang Xingze froze as if turned to stone. The Silver White Snake before him had suddenly vanished. A flash of white entered his vision, and as he looked up, an expression of utter disbelief crossed his face.
His entire body trembled violently. He was completely stunned, as if struck mute and numb. He could neither speak nor move.
The Silver White Snake had appeared on his shoulder like a Ghost, and in a flash, its cold body was coiled tightly around his neck.
Its body, over a meter long, wrapped around his neck, tightening bit by bit.
