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As Xiao Ruiyuan was about to thrust his sword into the Red Python's vital spot, Mo Yan couldn't hold back and shouted:
"Sir Xiao, can we not kill it?"
The deadly thrust that Xiao Ruiyuan had launched stopped just on the surface of the Red Python's scale armor. Faced with Mo Yan's pleading gaze, he found himself unable to push the sword any further.
The Red Python's wailing also ceased abruptly. It looked at Mo Yan incredulously, its wolf-like eyes brimming with ecstatic joy. Whimpering, it knew this human was kindhearted; otherwise, the cunning stinky wolf wouldn't have been so nice to her.
While Xiao Ruiyuan watched Mo Yan without a word, Xiao Eleven couldn't help but say, "Miss Mo, it's not wrong for you to have mercy on the Red Python, but it is just a beast after all. Using its gall to save a person would also mean its death is meaningful. I hope you won't obstruct us."
The moment those words were spoken, it was like stirring up a hornet's nest.