673 The Melancholic Mo Lian

"Mo Lian, don't bully it!"

Qiao Mu had jumped up all of a sudden, extending her small paws to hug the cutely dumb white snake that had frozen in mid-air. It had frozen stiff like an idiot and dumbly watched on as Mo Lian's cluster of flames came shooting towards its body.

If it were to get roasted like this, wouldn't it get turned into a charred snake cartilage dish?

Masta! The white snakelet's large, watery, amber-colored eyes revealed its deep adoration. Wriggling its body, it was about to take advantage of this opportunity and scurry into Qiaoqiao's clothes.

However, Mo Lian deftly clipped that d*mned snake's head with two fingers, catching it off guard, and with a random fling—

Whoosh, the white snakelet flew through the air in a perfect parabola and was directly thrown outside the half-opened window!