Chapter 833 - Descendants Are Just Replicas (2/2)

Jean’s hysterical shrieks gradually died down in the distance.

The little snake relaxed and turned back to his human form. “I won’t let any danger come to you…”

Before he could finish his words, his voice suddenly halted. A snake tail thicker than his wrapped around him and lifted him into the air.

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Curtis floated up from the water with his head covered in mud. His tail tightened abruptly and wrapped around the little snake’s thin body many times.

His gaze when looking at the little snake was like he was looking at his own replica. There were no fatherly feelings. Amidst his fury, there were also hints of loathing.

The high pressure caused the little snake’s chest bones to crack. Each time he breathed, his chest would get bound even tighter. He could only exhale.

As a snake beastman, the little snake knew very clearly that he’d die of suffocation in a few minutes. There was also a high possibility that before he died, he’d get broken in two.

His father’s strength was too fearsome.

The little snake gave up on resisting when he was entangled. He tried to maintain a clear gaze and looked at Bai Qingqing greedily.

“Curtis!”

Bai Qingqing quickly grabbed onto Curtis’s tail and realized that she couldn’t budge it. She then ran over to the upper half of his body.

“You’re going to kill the little snake! Let go of him quickly!”

Curtis transformed the upper half of his body into a human, pulling Bai Qingqing, together with An’an, into his embrace.

Smelling the snake beastman scent similar to his but with some differences on her, his grip on the prey tightened even more.

The little snake’s eyes bulged out, and he could only see blurry figures now. His throat released gurgling sounds, and his clean and fair face turned a purplish red.

“Little snake!”

Bai Qingqing’s face turned ghastly pale, and she grabbed Curtis’s arm, pleading, “I beg of you! Let him go!”

Curtis didn’t waver at all. The reason he chose to kill the little snake slowly was just to vent. He had a strong urge to squeeze this little snake into meat paste.

Bai Qingqing carried An’an with one arm, freeing her other hand to grab the scale necklace, then aimed it at her neck.