Wang Muyi was so scared that he fell to the ground, staring at the bottle in terror.
The bottle was only as thick as a thumb, but inside coiled a very tiny snake.
The snake's scales were actually seven-colored, looking extremely beautiful, but its small eyes were only the size of sesame seeds, staring right back at Wang Muyi.
"What's the matter, don't you like it?" Zhu He smiled sinisterly at the shivering Wang Muyi, the corners of his mouth curling with malevolence.
Wang Muyi swallowed and looked at Pan Qiuxiang for help.
Pan Qiuxiang raised an eyebrow: "This is the master's reward, it's your honor. Hurry up and thank the master."
Wang Muyi had experienced the Love Gu; that feeling of not being himself often left him in a half-dream state.
This charming little snake was clearly not a good thing. If he truly accepted it, he might end up neither human nor ghost.
No matter how much he wanted to climb up, Wang Muyi did not want to become a true puppet.
