"I'm exhausted." He sat down on the ground, refusing to take another step. "Why don't you carry me?"
The little snake king paused, its eyes naturally narrowing into slits, and it hissed – a prelude to its attack.
Bazaar immediately stood up and said, "I was just joking."
He rubbed his ankle, feeling a little aggrieved. Although he lived in the great forest, he was both a wizard and a female, and was well cared for. He would never run so far alone.
Now, when you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head. Just like the little snake king said, he only has one path, not the path of death. Besides, he doesn't want to die. He hasn't lived enough yet, and he hasn't experienced what it's like to have a best friend.
Because she had a natural talent for witchcraft from a young age and was very sensitive to medicinal herbs, she was destined to become a witch. She put on witch's clothes and became a witch in her teens, and was always the object of pursuit for the males in the tribe.
He was the more mature type. Males mature late, and when they like someone, they like to touch them here and there. Bazaar disliked this kind of behavior.
He has basically watched people his age grow up, from when they were running around naked to when they made childish confessions.
Although he didn't say it, he still looked down on them. He wanted someone older, more mature, who could take care of him, or at least someone he could support.
The men who came with him usually pursued him fiercely, wishing they could represent their hearts, but what happened?
When something happened, they all ran away. He just pretended to let them go, and they actually left?
What's the point of having this male?
Keep it for the New Year?
Bazar was furious and tried to find other ways to lighten the burden on his feet. He didn't know how long he walked before the little snake king finally stopped.
"Have we arrived yet?" Baza sat down on the ground with a thud. He knew massage and pressed his ankle, applying a special medicinal solution.
"Climb up the tree," the little snake king said without turning his head.
"Why?" Bazaar didn't understand.
"To save my life."
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