The little snake is coming, and this news makes Yan Murong Hua look discolored.

The little snake sounds like a snake, but the owner of the name is a woman, and an extremely wicked woman. Its degree of evil is several grades higher than Yan Minghua's.

If Yan Minghua is the female devil, then the little snake is the Nth power of the female devil.

For the little snake, Yan Murong only knew that she didn't have a name, and the little snake was her name.

Snakes, in most people's understanding, are dangerous cold-blooded animals with venom. And the same goes for the little snake.

Yan Murong didn't know where she came from, but she heard the old man say that she was picked up by the old man from the mountains, and she was still a baby when she met her, but she was raised in the cave as a child by a python, and after the old man took her out, he named her Little Snake.

Although Yan Murong was also curious about why she was raised as a child by the python, he also asked the old man, and the old man couldn't say why.

If you look at it according to seniority, Little Snake can be regarded as his senior sister.

Speaking of that demonic woman, Yan Murong also sighed. Yan Murong didn't know how high this woman's kung fu was, but he knew that he had fought her a total of seventeen times, and each time he was completely abused, and the best time was just six moves in her hands.

The little snake is very mysterious, and Yan Murong has very few chances to see it. Moreover, this woman is not only named Little Snake, but even her body is full of poison.

Her nails were poisonous, her lips were poisonous, and even every inch of skin on her body was poisonous. If she doesn't want to, you can get killed if you shake her hand.

Yan Murong didn't care much about this, after all, the little snake wouldn't attack him, but this woman was too torturous. Although they have few opportunities to meet, as long as they meet, this woman will always play tricks on him.

It's been so long since he went down the mountain, if it weren't for the old man's sudden call, Yan Murong would have forgotten that such a person existed.

"Is my situation really dangerous now?" Yan Murong thought with some surprise in his heart.

The killer has also encountered it a few times, and each time it is in danger, and in addition to Li Chuang and Luo Chun, there is also a master who has been hiding in the dark to protect him. And at this time, the old man actually asked the little snake to help him, what was the situation?

This question made Yan Murong almost think about it, but he didn't come up with it.

"Who's the little snake?" Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong, who was holding the phone, his eyes were in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and asked softly.

"Huh? Who are you talking about? Yan Murong came back to his senses when he heard Su Qingwu speak.

"I said, who is the little snake, why are you so surprised?"

"Little snake." The corners of Yan Murong's mouth hung up with a beautiful arc. "The little snake is a woman."

"And then?" Su Qingwu asked lightly.

"Why do you ask this?" Yan Murong looked at Su Qingwu with a smile. "Can I understand that you're checking the post?"

"I'm just curious." Su said lightly without turning his head. "What kind of person can surprise you so much?"

"Well, I'm surprised." Yan Murong said. "Little snake, it can be said that it is my senior sister."

"Hmm." Su Qingwu snorted and waited for Yan Murong to continue.

"She's a woman and a killer." Yan Murong said. He also has nothing to hide from Su Qingwu, he believes that Su Qingwu will not tell these things - even if he says it, it doesn't matter, this is not a state secret.

"Killer?" Su Qingwu asked suspiciously. "A killer is coming for you?"

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded. "She's here to help me, or to protect me."

"You still need protection?" Su Qingwu was a little surprised.

She remembered that in Zheng Wuming's bar, this guy simply solved the two black boxing masters, and now he actually said that he wanted a woman to protect him, which was really incomprehensible.

"Why don't I need protection?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "Besides, she's so much better than I am—if she wants anyone's life, no one will survive the next day." ――

A writer once said that a solitary night is alone. And now Yan Murong is experiencing this loneliness.

Since Zhao Chen and Su Qingwu came, Yan Murong was politely invited out of her room by Teng Xiangling, so now Yan Murong can only hold the pillow and ride the quilt to find some psychological comfort.

"Click!"

An almost inaudible sound sounded, and then, Yan Murong, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, but his body still maintained his original posture, and his breathing did not change in the slightest.

A black shadow crept in through the open window, and then rushed to Yan Murong's bed with an unusually light body, stretched out a slender palm with nails painted black, and grabbed Yan Murong's neck.

Feeling the murderous aura coming to his face, Yan Murong stopped pretending to be asleep, turned sideways, and used the pillow in his arms to block his face, and when he heard a "hiss", the pillow was cut by his nails, and the white feathers suddenly floated out.

Blocking this blow, or not daring to delay, grabbed the quilt with his hand, and covered it against the black shadow, and then a hungry tiger pounced on it, and pressed the black shadow and the quilt under him.

Yan Murong succeeded in his blow, but instead of making another move, he let go of the quilt with both hands, poked his hand in, and groped indiscriminately.

And the person who was pressed by the quilt did not struggle, but was unusually quiet.

The moonlight entered the bedroom from the window, and it was reflected on Yan Murong's face with a weird smile, bringing out an indescribable weird feeling.

"Well, it's a mandala on the nails, don't die." Yan Murong pulled out his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and then put his hand into the quilt again.

"Well, it's lily of the valley." Yan Murong fumbled and put his hand under his nose to sniff.

Suddenly, Yan Murong exclaimed. "Oh, there is oleander on your lips, you woman, aren't you afraid that your lips will poison you?"

As he spoke, Yan Murong's hand groped in again, and after a while, Yan Murong laughed.

"What is here?" A woman's voice came from the quilt. Although it was blocked by the quilt, the voice still sounded so charming. For some men with voice control, this soft, provocative sound is enough to make them squirt for thirty seconds.

"Hey, hey." Yan Murong showed a lewd smile, pulled out his hand and put it under his nose to smell it, and said. "There's no poison here, but there's a milky smell."

After speaking, Yan Murong put his hand into the quilt and squeezed it hard.

PS: The Lantern Festival is here, I wish you a happy Lantern Festival and eat more Lantern Festival.