Allen Peterson secretly complained. Ouyangzhilan just fell into the water. How could he meet such a thing?
Although he didn't know the species of this water snake, looking at its bright color, it was estimated that it was not a good kind. If Ouyangzhilan was bitten, God knows whether he can stand to the side of the shore.
Carefully stretched out his hand, Allen Peterson planned to get it down, and the snake coiled on Ouyangzhilan'ts thigh seemed to notice the abnormality around him.
The snake head jerked up and just stared at Allen Peterson's hand.
At this time, Allen peterson will not dare to move. If Ouyangzhilan is not rescued, he will be bitten by this thing. They will be buried in the lake.
He and the snake are in such a stalemate. Allen Peterson is secretly worried. He is different from this water snake. As a terrestrial creature, he wants to breathe.