Pet King
chapter-1677-30041322

The man with the sword held the copper sword in his hand. Under the moonlight, he ran forward with uneven steps. His mind was filled with the thought of killing the so-called big snake and roasting it for everyone to drink with, so as to boost their courage.

He had more common sense than the farmers who only knew how to dig for food in the soil. If it was a small snake, he would be somewhat afraid, but a big snake was often not poisonous, so he was not as afraid as the farmers.

He drank to drown his sorrows, but he did not expect that the wine would make his sorrow worse. He saw that those farmers were pitiful. If they were sent to Xiao Mountain, they would probably all become piles of bones under the Imperial mausoleum, so he released them on impulse. Now they were in a situation where they could not surrender to a country or return home. What was going on?

In fact, he had no choice but to do this, because several people had already escaped. Even if the rest of the farmers were all escorted to Xiao Mountain, he would still be unable to avoid dereliction of duty and would be executed according to the law.

In that case, it was better to do a favor at no cost and release the rest of the people so that everyone could escape together. He did not expect the remaining farmers to thank him for his kindness and were willing to follow him. Although there were only a few of them, at least they were better than him.

In addition, although he was only a small village constable, he had always had a grand ambition in his heart. He could be a village constable now, but he didn't want to be one for the rest of his life.

Seeing that he was getting old and his hair was turning white, how could he not feel depressed when he could not realize his ambitions?

On the other hand, the farmers who had little knowledge ate and drank as much as they could without any great ambitions. On the contrary, they were free and unfettered, which was envied by others.

He clenched the copper sword in his hand tighter and tighter. He just wanted to find something to chop at and vent the anger in his chest.

He ran for a while under the influence of alcohol. The cold wind blew on his thin clothes and he gradually sobered up.

There was a fishy smell in the wind.

A warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and he suddenly looked up. He was so frightened that he almost dropped his copper sword!

You call this a snake?

The moonlight illuminated the thing in front of them clearly. It was a giant snake that they had never heard of before. Other than having no claws, it was no different from the legendary flood Dragon.

The man with the sword cursed the farmer in his heart countless times. He blamed the farmer for not explaining in detail and was afraid that he would cause the farmer to lose his life here for no reason.

He wanted to escape, but he had already made such a bold statement. If he ran back now, he would definitely be laughed at. He would never be able to raise his head again, and his grand plan would become a laughing stock.

Besides, could he run away?

"You, you, you have such lofty aspirations, but you are afraid of a snake. Then wouldn't the millions of Tiger and wolf soldiers of Qin be much more powerful than this snake?"

Forget it!

He widened his bloodshot eyes and the veins on his forehead bulged. He raised his copper sword and charged at the snake.

Today was the day. Instead of being depressed every day in the future, he would rather die in the snake's mouth today. It would be more satisfying.

"Please stay for a moment, Pavilion master!"

"You mustn 't, village constable!"

The farmers had set off late and were a step slower, only now did they catch up from behind. With the help of the moonlight, they saw from afar that he was about to strike the snake with his sword, and they were all scared out of their wits.

Oh my God, this snake is too big!

They lived in the North. How could there be such a huge snake in the North? Compared to the snake, the man with the sword looked like a young man standing in front of a bearded man.

This attack was like an ant trying to shake a tree, like an egg trying to hit a stone. There was no chance of winning at all. As long as the snake swung its tail, it could send him flying. As long as the snake opened its mouth, it could bite his head off.

However, they were still too far away and couldn't be rescued in time, so they could only speed up. They wanted to run faster, but their legs felt weak for some reason.

Perhaps awakened by the farmers 'cries, the snake suddenly moved. It changed its original posture of a Tiger and a Dragon, straightening its body horizontally. It seemed to be intimidated by his momentum and wanted to escape into the forest mud on both sides of the path.

Seeing this, he became even more courageous. How could he allow it to escape? he quickly ran to the snake's body, raised the copper sword high, and slashed down with all his strength!

Pfft!

The copper sword, which had been sharpened day and night, was deeply stabbed into the snake's body, cutting the snake's skin and flesh. Its round body was cut in half, but one side of the blade was also rolled up by the hard scales of the snake. After all, bronze was still too soft.

It was reasonable to say that a dying beast was the most terrible. The snake's counterattack in pain would be as fierce as stone and earth-shattering, and it could break all the bones in his body in minutes. However, its reaction was very strange. It seemed to be panicking. It was clearly in pain, but it did not run or counterattack. It just rolled on the spot.

Taking advantage of the fact that it had rolled over, the man with the sword saw that his attack had succeeded. Without thinking, he turned his wrist and used the other side of the blade to draw the sword and cut again.

The sword finally split the snake in half.

The snake's internal organs flowed out, and its upper and lower body writhed and struggled violently. Blood splattered everywhere, but its eyes ... Were shining with a strange light.

"Hahahaha! It felt great! It's great!"

The man with the sword casually threw away the copper sword that was rolled up on both sides. He felt great, not only because he had killed this huge snake, but also because his confidence had increased greatly. It was as if he could see the future when he would rise and conquer the world.

His body was hot and dry, and the after-effects of the wine came in waves. He could no longer hear the shouts of the farmers behind him. He ran wildly with his head lowered, and only the cold wind that came in his face could make him feel comfortable.

In a short while, he had disappeared without a trace.

He ran for several miles until he tripped over a small branch. He then fell into the grass and fell into a deep sleep, snoring like thunder.

When the farmers behind rushed to the scene, panting with hoes, they only saw the lower half of the snake's body, but the front half was nowhere to be seen.

They looked at the huge snake corpse and exchanged looks. Their respect for the man with the sword increased several times. To be able to cut this snake god-like giant snake in half, the man with the sword was truly an extraordinary man in the world. He was worth following for the rest of their lives! As long as he followed the man with the sword, he would be able to make a name for himself. Even if he died, what would he regret?

The front half of the White Python's body struggled and slithered back to the broken wooden house, leaving a trail of blood. Its eyes were fixed on the middle school girl who had changed her face, as if it was trying its best to convey what it wanted to say through its eyes.

"I know. Sleep well. When you wake up, he'll be waiting for you there. He's at the place where you're destined to meet. I promise." She squatted down and stroked its head as she spoke gently.

The White Python's breath disappeared, and its tongue hung limply on the ground, unable to be retracted.

It had died peacefully, and even after death, it was still vivid and lifelike.

The cycle of fate had begun.