After Being Abducted and Raised by A Snake

Wan Zhong was stunned for a moment, jumped up, rushed out of the passage, and returned to the snake’s nest. He picked up the chopping ax and cut off the head of the already dead but still fresh fox demon, and chopped off its bright red skin. After he had the nine furry tails, he hung it upside down on a tree with grass and vines, and placed a stone basin underneath it to catch the blood.

The little black snake was stunned and said to the mirror.

[Mirror, mirror.]

[The beauty is so crazy and perverted.]

[Snake is so scared.]

The mirror took the initiative to lean into the little black snake’s tightly curled tail, silently signaling: [I’m afraid too.]

But Wan Zhong, who knew the snake fetus was still there, was immersed in the joy of regaining it, and his whole body was full of infinite fighting spirit and strength.

He washed himself carefully from head to toe in the creek under the warm afternoon sun. When the clear and warm water flowed over his skin, he felt that the pores all over his body were relaxing, and even his toes felt so comfortable.

The little black snake looked at the beautiful man walking ashore naked, standing in the sun and wiping his hair. As its nosebleed flowed down three thousand feet, it slammed the mirror it was holding onto the ground and spoke seriously.

[Mirror, mirror.]

[This picture is too unhealthy, don’t look at it.]

After saying that, it crawled to the feet of the great beauty, found the right angle of view, and enjoyed the 360-degree all-round view without blind spots.

Wan Zhong lowered his eyebrows and looked at the little black snake with nosebleeds and saliva at his feet. He sneered, scolded it for being a pervert snake, and gently kicked the tip of its tail with his round and white toes.

The little black snake, obsessed with sex, couldn’t care about anything else.

It snaked up the big beauty’s slender thighs and arm, wrapped around Wan Zhong and laid on his thin, sunny shoulders. It spat out snake tongue and rubbed its head on the big beauty’s chin to act coquettishly. Tail wagging in front of chest, it was really happy.

The snake fetus in Wan Zhong’s belly seemed to feel the warm interaction between its parents, and it also tentatively bumped its daddy’s belly with a weak force.

After a long pause, Wan Zhong pursed his lips and gently touched his slightly hard belly covered with a thin layer of fat. He said somewhat uncomfortably: “…You, be well.”

The snake fetus had a spirit and moved slightly.

Wan Zhong felt the touch from his palm, and a little attachment and courage suddenly rose in his heart.

He built several fires by the stream, chopped the dried fox demon into pieces, stir-fried them, made soup, stewed them, and barbecued them. All available seasonings and all imaginable cooking methods were tried on the fox demon.

The demon meat was clean and delicious, and the key point was that it was highly tonic.

The snake fetus in Wan Zhong’s belly liked it, and so did the little black snake. The mirror –

Wan Zhong didn’t understand how demons practiced to improve their strength, so he scooped a little blood from the stone basin and placed the mirror on it, watching it absorb it. So, he used a small stone pot to save some for the snake fetus in his belly, and the remaining large pot was given to the mirror to soak.

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Now the Snake Nest was no longer safe, as Xuan Ming had said before leaving.

Wan Zhong remembered everything and every word Xuan Ming told him.

He believed it, but he felt something about it was wrong.

Xuan Ming once said that when cultivators and demons came, he could give them scales and snake skin. As a mortal, no one would make things difficult for him.

But the fox demon not only wanted the snake skin and scales, it also wanted the snake fetus, the mirror, the little black snake, and himself.

Wan Zhong felt that in the face of greed, giving in was not the way to protect oneself. Only by fighting violence with violence, using all means to improve one’s own strength, and putting oneself in the position of a hunter, would one not be so passive.

Wan Zhong thought carefully about it in his mind for a long time, and after having a delicious meal with the little black snake, he froze the remaining fox monster meat into the ice cellar, packed up his things, and moved even deeper in the nest.

Previously, Xuan Ming had a whim and hollowed out the entire mountain to build a nest for the snake eggs. The road was even more like a maze with nine twists and turns. The secret caves where snake skin and scales were placed had been enchanted by Xuan Ming and were very good hiding places.

Wan Zhong held a torch and followed the route map given by Xuan Ming. He placed the basic daily necessities in a cave to the secret caves in several trips, and then took the little black snake to another more secret place.

Inside was Bai Tianxian’s demon core, and a stolen talisman containing half of Xuan Ming’s power from Bai Tianxian.

Previously, Wan Zhong was not sure how to use the talisman to maximize its effectiveness. He was afraid of wasting it, so he kept it untouched. But given the current situation, he could no longer hesitate.

Wan Zhong crumpled the talisman into a small ball and was about to feed it to the little black snake’s mouth when he suddenly felt the back of his hand wet. The little black snake lying in his arms was weeping for some unknown reason.

Wan Zhong’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed the little black snake’s eyes had been staring at the blood bowl containing Bai Tianxian’s demon core. He hurriedly turned sideways to block its sight, “Okay, why are you crying?”

The little black snake blinked and turned its green vertical pupils around, it didn’t know.

It turned its back, wiped its beautiful big eyes with tears flowing out with the tip of its tail, and asked the mirror.

[Mirror, mirror.]

[Why am I so sad suddenly?]

[It feels as if… another soul lived in the snake’s body is feeling sorry for something.]