"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.
"What are you doing?" Bazaar asked, confused.
"To save my life." The little snake king didn't explain the specific reason, and started walking alone into the depths of the forest.
Baza thought about it for a moment and then listened to him, not following them. He had a persistent feeling that this was the Spider Tribe. Although the Bashe tribe was not far from the Spider Tribe, it was not close either, so it shouldn't be.
He climbed the tree and found a high place to observe. The little snake king under the tree gradually walked away. After a while, his fingers suddenly opened and pinched a dark thing. Bazaar couldn't see it clearly because he was far away.
Judging from its appearance and the claws it has, it's probably a spider. These black-spotted spiders are highly venomous. Just now, when the little snake king passed by, it suddenly fell from the tree, probably trying to poison him. But the little snake king isn't easily offended.
Wait, a black-spotted spider?
Are black-spotted spiders not only found among spiders?
It's not just the Bashe clan that likes dark and damp places; the spider clan does too. The reason why the Little Snake King was able to find other poisonous creatures so easily is because other poisonous creatures were also nearby.
Baza gripped the branch tightly to avoid falling, and also to check for any traces of spider webs on the tree. In such a short time, a fight had broken out over there.
For some reason, the little snake king angered the others. The spider king and the other spiders attacked him, constantly spitting out silk that densely covered the little snake king's entire body, making him look like a cocoon, with only his head remaining outside.
The little snake king remained calm and composed, saying, "I'm giving you another chance; once you miss it, it's gone forever."
Even the bazaar watching from afar was worried for him. He was probably hopeless; he was about to die and was still trying to talk his way out of it.
That's the entire spider clan! Just like Fang Hua didn't dare to fight the entire Bashe clan head-on. Although he has healing abilities, there are too many snakes. If each one bites him, it will be enough to make him suffer. Besides, he also has Fang Rong with him.
He usually prioritizes escaping when he's with Fang Rong; if Fang Rong isn't around, he might fight back.
“The little snake king was arrogant.” Baza shook his head. “He deserved to die.”
It's a pity about him. He's so young and has never been in a relationship with anyone. One reason is that he doesn't like anyone, and the second reason is that he just dislikes them.
Imagine who would want to be with a male who likes him and bullies him until he cries? Don't say he was young before; dark history is dark history, and Baza is very vengeful.
Bazaar waited a while longer and noticed more and more spiders swarming over. Several spiders climbed down from the tree on his side, and one even landed on his shoulder, which Bazaar quickly brushed away.
He had some mosquito repellent in his bag, so he quickly opened it and put it in his hand.
This smells unpleasant; most insects will stay away from it.
Today, as if summoned, the spiders abandoned the bazaar, lined up in an orderly fashion, and surged toward the little snake king.
"careful!"
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