Yaoyao did not speak, her hands gripping Black Glasses' arm tightly. But given the collapse, if Qingmang had wanted to, it certainly could have gotten out.
The pain in Black Glasses' arm was nothing compared to the ache in his heart as he looked at the dazed Yaoyao. "Yaoyao..." He wanted to comfort her, but Fatty and the others nearby let out a cry of alarm.
"Holy shit, snakes!" Fatty shouted, springing off the ground with practiced agility. Wu Xie and the others stood nearby, expressions grave, weapons clutched in their hands.
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