The Soul-Devouring Python found it hard to believe what its snake eyes were seeing…
What did it just see?
How did its Master end up with a baby clinging to her leg?
The Soul-Devouring Python could see clearly; that baby wasn't its Master's child, but instead, an even younger baby!
If the Soul-Devouring Python had claws at this moment, it would definitely lift one to rub its eyes to see if it was seeing things correctly!
That was its Master, after all!
Such a high and mighty existence, yet even it has times when it doesn't know what to do?
In the Soul-Devouring Python's crimson snake eyes, the fire of gossip suddenly flared up and burned!
Forget about being mistreated, forget about shame, at this moment, all of that was cast aside by the Soul-Devouring Python!
The Soul-Devouring Python tried hard to remember, throughout the ages, it had served countless generations of the Southern Border's lords, had any master ever had such an affinity with children?
