Pet King

Everyone in the conference room of the stars pet chain supermarket had resisted the idea or action, but they had accepted their fate in the end, just like this white python.

"Go, someone's coming." She said,"I have to prepare too."

There was an abandoned wooden house not far away. The roof was made of thatched grass, but now there was no roof, and there were only three walls left. It might have been destroyed in the war or by the beasts. After all, this era was still a Savage era, and many beasts were much larger than 2000 years later.

She walked straight in from the broken side.

The wooden house could be described as a bare house with only four walls. In the corner was a collapsed wooden bed, and the only thing that could be considered furniture was a wooden cabinet. After all, the people who lived here had nothing valuable to hide.

There was a stove made of stone at the door, and a copper pot with several missing corners was on the stove. The bottom of the pot was black from the smoke, and the stove was full of cold ashes and burnt Coke.

She went straight to the wooden cabinet, lifted the lid, and saw what she wanted. It was a set of torn clothes, but they were still relatively clean. It was probably the only decent piece of clothing for the people living here.

If it was an ordinary middle school girl, she would definitely despise such a torn shirt and wouldn't even touch it. However, she took it out of the cabinet without a care and put it on casually.

Then, she dug out a handful of ash from the bottom of the stove and applied it on her hair, face, and exposed parts of her body. She also messed up her hair.

In the blink of an eye, the pretty little girl had turned into a little beggar with unkempt hair.

"Yes, that's more like it."

She was very satisfied with her outfit. Anyway, it was dark and she couldn't see anything clearly, so this was enough.

As she entered the house, the White python slithered to the small path and coiled its body. It raised its head and glared at her, flicking its dark red tongue.

This was its end and also its starting point.

It wanted to embrace death in its best state, and also welcome new life in its best state.

The moonlight shone on its thick scales, giving it a mysterious and terrifying look.

It didn't have to wait too long.

A man dressed like a farmer hurried over from the distance. In order to avoid falling, he kept looking at the ground and ran with his head lowered. He didn't notice the White python blocking the path until he heard the sound of its scales rubbing against each other.

"Mother! What a huge snake!"

He looked up and was so scared that he fell to the ground. His pants were wet and his heart almost stopped beating.

They had seen snakes nearby. Sometimes, when they were hungry, they would kill the snakes to eat. They had never thought that there would be such a huge snake, and it was a majestic white Snake. It was like a snake King, or ... A White Dragon.

"Grandpa snake god, I have old and young people to take care of, please don't eat me! I'm begging you!" He kowtowed like pounding garlic, crying with snot and tears.

The big snake slithered very quickly. With mud on both sides of the path, he could not run away. He knew that he would die. If he had known this, he would have gone to Xiao Mountain to repair the Imperial mausoleum. Although he would also die, at least he could live for a few more days, which was much better than being swallowed alive by the big snake and turned into snake dung.

After waiting for a while, the urine in his pants had turned cold, but the snake had not swallowed him.

He mustered his courage and sneaked a peek. Suddenly, he found that the snake's eyes seemed to be empty, as if it was not looking at him.

Could it be ... That the snake was sleeping?

He tried to get up quietly, but the snake still didn't move.

So, he lightened his steps and slowly stepped back. His head and body were covered in sweat, for fear of waking it up.

The snake really seemed to be asleep. It did not move at all.

He didn't run in the direction he came from until he was far enough away. He hated that his parents didn't have a few legs.

He ran as fast as he could, not daring to stop even when he was foaming at the mouth, until he almost bumped into someone walking towards him.

The man wasn't young anymore. He had a copper sword at his waist, his hair and beard were already white, and his mouth reeked of alcohol. He was drunk, but his every movement had an intimidating aura.

"Stop! Who's running at night?" The man shouted, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword as he tried to open his drunken eyes and size him up.

The farmer recognized the man with the sword, and as if he had seen his Savior, he said breathlessly,""PA...Pavillion man...There's a huge snake in front of us ... I'm willing to return it!"

He was responsible for exploring the path. There was only one path in the forest. The other places seemed to be covered with thick fallen leaves, but in fact, they were like mud without a top. There was no way to walk.

Since the Python had occupied the only path, they could not move forward and could only retreat.

"Hahahaha!"

The man with the sword was drunk, and he was full of pride when he heard this.

Although there were snakes nearby, he had never seen a particularly large snake. He laughed at the farmer's lack of knowledge. He was afraid that he had mistaken a snake as thick as an adult man's arm for a big one.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Under the influence of alcohol, he suddenly pulled out his copper sword, which startled the farmer.

"Pavilion master, you can not! This snake is huge!"

The farmer wanted to stop the man with the sword, because the snake was definitely not something that could be killed by human strength. If he woke it up from its sleep, it would be no different from sending food to his door.

The man with the sword was drunk. He pushed the farmer away impatiently and strode forward.

The farmer thumped his chest and stomped his feet. He and his companions admired the man with the sword's righteousness and vowed to follow him. They couldn't bear to see the man with the sword die like this. However, he was really scared out of his wits by the snake and didn't dare to go alone with the man with the sword.

When he thought of the others, he quickly ran back.

After running for a short distance, they saw fire ahead.

A few similarly shabbily dressed farmers surrounded the bonfire to roast mountain rats. When they saw him return, they invited him to eat roasted mountain rats.

He didn't care about eating and told them what had happened in a fluster. Everyone was shocked. They had vowed to follow the man with the sword, so they should follow him in life and death. So they stepped on the bonfire and put it out, took out their self-defense weapons, and ordered him to lead the way to meet the man with the sword. Even if they died, they would die together with him, so as to not let down the man with the sword who had helped them.

The man with the sword at least had a copper sword, while the farmers only had hoes that were tied together with wooden sticks and stones. They couldn't hurt the snake's scales at all. Even if they went, they would only be food reserves for the snake to get through the winter.

The farmer who was scouting the way was complaining in his heart, but everyone had to save the man with the sword. If he didn't go, wouldn't it make him look like he was afraid of death? Although he was a farmer, he knew how to repay a favor and would rather die than be looked down upon.

Forget it!

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind. At most, he would return his life to the man with the sword.

So, he led the other farmers and quickly chased in the direction of the man with the sword.