Following that, President Wang's voice came through, grim and ominous
"Quan Ci, this day next year will be your death anniversary."
As his voice faded, the Black-clothed Man raised his handgun.
The next second brought not the sound of gunfire.
But suddenly... from who-knows-where, a python patterned with a black and red flower burst out.
With a crunch, it swallowed the Black-clothed Man's entire arm, handgun and all.
This sudden turn of events sent everyone running in panic, screaming.
Su Yan hurried to Quan Ci's side, whispering
"Quan Ci, are you alright?"
The man on the cross twitched his eyelids,
Having not expected that this 'portable throw pillow' would still think of him at a time like this.
It was somewhat surprising.
But in the blink of an eye, his peach blossom eyes swept over the many snakes that had slithered past him, pensive.
Clearly, the snake seemed to deliberately avoid their vicinity.
As if someone was controlling it, as if it had a consciousness.
