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gave me has already been paid to the hospital. The VIP ward with full-time care at Renhe Hospital is incredibly expensive, costing thousands of yuan per day. Just for the hospitalization period, my d...He spoke with hostility, but I was so excited that I stood up.

He is like a life-saving straw right now. Since they came here, they must be here to save me!

"If you keep yelling, I'll leave you here!" he warned me in a low voice.

Aren't you here to save people Why are you being so rude

I was actually so scared I was about to cry, but I still bit my lip and held back from making a sound.

Even watching Animal Planet, I've never seen this many snakes, and there are pythons that are thicker than trees.

"Don't make a sound...some things might frighten you..." he whispered.

Mu Wanchen and I were about ten meters apart, separated by three or four floors. I don't know how he managed to send his rich voice all the way to my ears.

Soon, I heard a rustling sound. At first, I thought it was a snake attacking me, and I was so scared that I covered my mouth and dared not breathe.

In a few seconds, a speck of dirt fell from the top of his head—what was going on Mu Wanchen wasn't moving.

The frigid white snake spirit behind me still coiled around me, immediately winding itself around my waist as I rose to my feet.

A few thin vines crawled out of the soil on top of his head.

They intertwined and clung together, weaving a soft ladder.

I was dumbfounded. Is this magic or witchcraft

The vines trailed in front of me a few steps. Because of the terrain, I couldn't climb up comfortably. To grab the vines, I had to jump out of this platform.

But what if you can't catch it, or it breaks!

Then I'd just plummet straight into the pit below! Down there, dozens of large snakes and millions of tiny ones were tangled together in a writhing mess. If I fell in, I'd be completely swallowed by their bodies! Just imagining it makes my legs tremble.

I hesitantly looked at the soft vine ladder in front of me, pleading with Mu Wanchen: "I'm afraid to jump... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on..."

"Humph, weren't you very boastful..." He let out a cold snort, his figure agilely leaping down from the gap, grabbing a vine and descending to my face.

"Come here." He reached out his hand to me.

I carefully crept to the edge, the icy, slick serpent spirit still clinging to my waist, making my scalp tingle.

In this situation, it would be difficult for me to jump up and grab his hand. I hesitated and didn't dare to move.

Mu Wanchen said coldly, "What, don't want to leave"

"I'm afraid I can't hold on…" My palms were sweating.

"You don't need to grab, I'll grab you! Just jump over, hurry up, don't disturb them here!" Mu Wanchen said unhappily.

Disturb them That sounds awkward, they seem more precious than my own life.

"There's something still wrapped around my waist." I pointed to my waist.

Mu Wanchen's gaze fell on my waist, his mouth moved slightly, and he shook his head slightly.

The pressure on my waist instantly decreased, the snake spirit seemed to loosen its grip on me, sliding down my leg slowly and gradually disappearing.

As soon as the icy, clammy feeling on my body subsided, I couldn't wait to cling to Mu Wanchen immediately.

I took a step back, sprinting with all my might. There was no technique involved, just a straight-on collision towards him—

I wonder if the vines could withstand the strength of the two people...

Mu Wanchen was stiff as a wall... I slammed into him, hurting myself all over, and he even coughed from being splashed with saliva.

He reached out with one arm, pulling me close and holding me against his side. I clung to his waist, my heart pounding wildly.

Looking down from the air, at the surging tide of snakes below, the sight is simply...indescribable.

"Cough, cough, cough—" I buried my face in his chest, covering my mouth.

“....strong on the outside, weak on the inside.” He said in a low voice, full of disdain.

I was a little resentful, but I didn't foolishly argue back at this moment. I was afraid he would throw me down and I clung to him with both hands and feet.

"What is on your back, it's so hard..." I whispered.

"Don't touch it." He reminded her, displeased. "The knife is poisoned."

"Oh..."

But my hands have nowhere to go, the vines are slowly tightening upwards, and I'm struggling, one foot planted on the soft ladder woven from the vines.

"Come up." Mu Wanchen said coldly.

"Up How do I get up" I looked up at him.

"You're like this, I can't push you up. Climb a little closer and wrap your arms around my neck." His voice had a hint of impatience.

I swallowed my anger, unable to understand why he disliked me so much!

Because I don't think I'm in the mood This guy is too self-righteous!

I didn't dare to argue or explain. It's already a blessing that he despises me and is willing to let me go. Let him misunderstand like this, it's fine.

The fine sand drifted down from above. I closed my eyes, reached out with one hand to grasp his collar, and slowly climbed up his shoulders.

I still had to free the hand on his lower back, bringing it around to the front and gripping his throat.

But I was afraid and didn't dare to let go. After a moment of hesitation, I opened my mouth and bit onto his clothes, just to give myself some psychological comfort.

He was extremely impatient, a look of disdain and icy anger radiating from his very being.

I was both afraid and nervous, biting his shirt collar and pleading with him with my eyes not to let go.

He took advantage of the situation and lifted me up, holding me by the waist with one arm that he placed under my buttocks, like a person holding a baby with one hand. He scooped me up entirely in his arms.

This pose makes both of us feel more relaxed.

This posture is so awkward, like a little daughter-in-law acting all pitiful and wronged.

I coughed softly, trying to communicate with him, and asked in a low voice, “...Why are there so many snakes here” this point on, the lotus became an indispensable part of the solemn Dharma appearance. Whether for Daoists or monks, the nine-colored lotus platform was a representation of utmost reverence.I never e...