Listening to her cheerful little voice.
The red clothed youth was almost grinding his teeth to dust.
"You're still gloating! Hurry, help me get it away!"
Zhi'er tilted her little head: "Are you asking me for help?"
The youth's long eyes were filled with surprise and anger: "What else?!"
"But, handsome brother's tone is so fierce, why should I help you? You asked for help without even saying please!"
The little one had a sharp tongue, with big eyes flashing a clear glow.
The red clothed youth quickly glanced at the snake, attempting to stand up on his own.
But fear had already made his legs weak, and he only managed to move back a few inches.
With no other choice, he looked at Zhi'er: "Please...help me."
Zhi'er took a small step forward, her little hand cupped by her ear: "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
The red clothed youth gritted his teeth at once.
This Little Ball was actually putting on airs!
