When I was tracking the traces of the water snake spirit crawling on the ground, although I could occasionally see something shiny, it was liquid, and on the edge of the stream, the shiny liquid also disappeared, mostly the slime on the scales of the snake.

Moreover, the snake scales I found did have that kind of shiny body fluid on them.

I don't know if the insect chirping was a deliberate attempt to lead me to snake scales, or if there was a small insect screaming in the quiet of the night, but I don't have time to think about it.

After picking up the snake scales, I continued to search, and found that the snake scales, one of which were not far away, like a road sign, guided me in the direction, and so I came to the source of the stream, which was a mountain spring.

I hid the oil lamp and leaned on the back of a large rock to look that way.

The cold stars blinked, the spring tinkled, and the full moon shone brightly.

The mountain spring is only three feet square, I have also bathed in it before, and I know that down the water surface, there is a step more than five feet deep, and there are only five steps, standing on the top of the step, or sitting on the top of the step to take a bath.

If I stand on the bottom step, the water will go up my neck and only my head will be exposed, and if I stand two steps up, the water will only be just above my chest.

If I sat on the top steps, the water would not be even to my chest.

That's about the height.

Now in the spring, there was a woman bathing with her long hair, her long hair was jet black, and her neck was as white as the moonlight, and she was standing on the steps of the spring, her head bowed, and she was brushing her long hair.

Immediately next to the mountain spring, there is also a flat stone, like a naturally formed seat, and when I used to take a bath here, I would take off my clothes and throw it on this stone.

Now on that stone, there is nothing bare.

The woman was facing away from me, and she was supposed to be standing on the second step up, with only her neck and head above the water, and I felt that she was the water serpent.

I thought the water snake spirit was badly injured.

As a result, I didn't expect that people were fine at all, and they were still taking a leisurely bath.

When the leisure arrived, I arrived nearby, and she was not alert.

She wasn't alert, but for me, it was a good thing.

I put the oil lamp in my left hand, blew out the wick, and took out the axe from my lower back, when I felt that the soles of my shoes were stained with a lot of large grains of sand, and I took them off again when I walked.

Then I tiptoed to the fountain, with my shoe in my hand and an axe in the other.

The closer it gets, the more serious the reflection on the neck of the water snake spirit becomes, and it is a little dazzling.

I felt that her skin might not be so good, it was probably fine white snake scales.

In view of Xu Laosan's warning, saying that the water snake spirit is very good at confusing people, although I am curious about how clever her ability to confuse people is, but time is pressing, and I don't plan to understand it.

After all, those snake scales definitely can't arouse any interest in me.

I decided not to say a word, but to split the head of the water snake spirit with an axe.

She wasn't given a chance to speak at all.

However, when the distance between me and the water snake spirit got closer and closer, I realized that there were no white snake scales on her white dazzling neck, just delicate and supple skin, with small water droplets hanging on it.

A water snake, there are no snake scales.

Of course, there is nothing strange about this, the water snake spirit could have turned into a beauty.

Otherwise, the water snake spirit would not have a way to confuse those mountaineering travelers one by one, and then absorb all the yang energy.

Turnip greens have their own preferences, and the tastes of those travelers must be different.

But the water snake spirit can take them all down, which proves that she can dress herself up, very beautiful and moving, so that all men can see it, and they will think that she is their own dish.

Even if I didn't see her face, just looking at her skin would support my judgment.

The skin of the water snake spirit is definitely a fight with the iceberg beauty.

It's not better, but it's definitely on par.

The closer I got, the more I feel that the skin, tender and able to pinch out the water.

The skin, like yogurt exposed to the air, has a layer of milk skin, it is already extremely delicate, and when she washes the water, the water splashes everywhere, and it even exudes a burst of milk.

About a foot away from the spring, I suddenly had the idea of throwing away the axe and stroking the milk skin with my hand to see how smooth it was.

Let me tickle on the left and on the right for a while.

Thankfully, I still have my sanity.

I know very well in my heart that the water snake spirit has such a great temptation without me facing each other, if I really stretch out my hand, and she turns around again, if it is really that kind of shocking beauty, then I will be unable to extricate myself.

In that case, I guess I will fall into her trap like those hiking friends, and end up with a dead body.

The posture of the water snake spirit at this time is still facing away from me.

She bent over and stood in the water, put down her long black hair from in front of her, dipped it in the water, and gently rubbed it with her two little hands, and when I got a little closer, she suddenly shook her head, and her hair was thrown to the back of her head.

By this time, I was already standing three feet from the spring.

A lot of the splashes from that long hair splashed on my face.

The water droplets on the face, in the moonlight, look shiny and feel a little dazzling.

I quietly bent down, put the oil lamp on the grass, and wiped a handful of water on my face with my left hand, it didn't matter, some of the water droplets were wiped into my mouth, and suddenly I had the feeling of being stung by a black wood scorpion.

I believe in my perseverance very much.

Although just looking at the skin, I can know that the water snake spirit in the spring must be the beauty of the stunning Tianjiao, but as long as it is not an iceberg beauty, no matter how beautiful the other party is, I will not feel anything.

But now, I feel like I've been stung by a black wood scorpion again.

Suddenly, a blaze rolled around in the lower part of my stomach, and it was about to burn me.

This water snake spirit is simply a natural killer of men.

The vixen also had to secretly send Qiu Bo, but now I didn't even see the face of the water snake spirit, but was splashed on her face by the water stained on the skin of her hair, and the reaction was so big.

I've done it all, imagine what it would be like for those ordinary travelers.

It is estimated that at that time, I will lose my heart and throw moths into the water like a fire!

This is really a great scourge, and it must not be left behind!

Thinking of this, I took advantage of the fact that I could still control myself for the time being, stepped forward, picked up the sharp axe with a cold light on the blade, and then slashed it with all my strength against the hairline above the head of the water snake spirit.

As a result, I was still a step slower, and the water snake spirit heard the wind behind my head, and squatted with my head in my hands, and my whole body was hidden in the water, and even the head was not left on the surface of the water.

I slashed into the air, using too much force, unable to contain my strength, and leaned forward.

I almost got planted in the spring, but fortunately I was not slow to react, and I jumped from the spring to the spring, and I was able to resolve the inertia so that I didn't fall into the water.

However, the chair-like stone on the opposite side was too slippery.

After I jumped over, I stood on the rock, my feet slippery, and after a few stumbles, I finally slipped in a very ungraceful position, a butt and sat on the rock.

At this time, I changed to my posture and turned my back to the spring.

I'm worried that the water snake spirit will sneak up on me.

I pressed the stone and turned my body one hundred and eighty degrees.

So I sat down on the edge of the spring.

I had both feet in the water, and the axe in my hand was aimed at the water.

As long as she dares to show her head, I will chop it down with an axe.

As a result, a pair of small hands grabbed my feet underwater.

After most of the night's rush, I was tired.

Especially the two feet, after walking so many mountain roads, it was sore and painful.

Now those weak and boneless little hands, like a massager pinching my feet, gently pressed a few times on my feet.

The feeling of comfort starts with my feet and goes straight to my brain from the bottom up.