"Scram!" Xiu Xi’s face darkened slightly, his eyes filled with a chill as he looked at it.
Changchong slid back half a meter in fright, pressing itself against the wall next to the stove, and its white body was scrubbed black. It was very scared and wished it could just twist around and run, but it also felt reluctant. Its body inched forward a little bit, then seeing Xiu Xi’s expression turn utterly frosty, it got scared, twisted its body, and ran, even falling off the stove and skillfully twisting itself into a pretzel.
"Pfft..." Ruan Jiaojiao laughed out loud. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help it.
Changchong tilted its head to look at her, its expression carrying a mixture of grievance and accusation.
Ruan Jiaojiao felt somewhat helpless and pointed outside, saying, "You should go, we can’t keep something like you at home." Who would keep a Changchong as a pet, it would scare someone to death.
"Ao woo! Ao woo!" Meaty joyfully hopped around as if it understood what she said.
This time, Changchong truly felt wronged. It looked at her with a longing gaze for a while, and when it saw she was unmoved, it straightened up from the floor. But instead of hurrying away, it tapped a nearby bucket with the tip of its tail.
There seemed to be something inside the bucket, which made a thumping noise when struck by its tail tip, similar to the sound she had heard outside earlier.
She leaned in to take a look and was surprised to find a black-skinned watermelon inside.
She looked at Changchong in amazement, "Did you bring this?"
Changchong nodded earnestly, twisting its alluring body a bit, showing off somewhat smugly!
"..." Ruan Jiaojiao, so the Changchong is quite the spirit.
"We still can’t keep you at home." They could barely explain having a wolf cub by saying it was a dog, but a Changchong? They couldn’t just say it was a piece of hemp rope, could they? It would scare people if seen.
The aggrieved Changchong seemed to finally understand that there was really no hope. Even though it had brought a gift, Little Cutie still did not want to keep it. It listlessly turned around and began to slide out slowly, its demeanor very dejected.
Ruan Jiaojiao watched it and didn’t know whether to laugh or what to do.
She herself had been a cat in her previous life, so she wasn’t afraid of these snakes, but keeping them at home really wasn’t workable, it attracted too much attention, and besides...
Ruan Jiaojiao suddenly thought of Ruan Qun’s death.
Ruan Qun had died of a snakebite, surrounded by a circle of snakes. She carefully recollected that dream, making sure she hadn’t seen such a white Changchong in it, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
This Changchong was also a snake, and the one that killed Ruan Qun was also a snake. She remembered it was a dark green one with a triangular head, deadly in a single bite—definitely a venomous snake. The one in front of her, although long, large, and plump, didn’t look like a venomous snake.
And it seemed rather harmless.
Could it be acquainted with the snakes that killed Ruan Qun?
Ruan Jiaojiao had a lot of questions in her heart, indeed.
Not to mention Ruan Chi’s death, just considering Ruan Qun’s, he was killed by a snakebite, and many snakes surrounded him, which was pretty strange.
In the memories she inherited, she remembered that before her arrival in this world, the original story described this Sixth Brigade as very safe, with no wolves, no snakes, no other wild animals.
Where did Ruan Qun go to encounter such a cluster of snakes?
Was this really just a coincidence?
For the first time, Ruan Jiaojiao began to doubt the potential hidden circumstances—was there something that happened, of which she hadn’t received the memories?