He stared at a pair of obsidian like eyes. His cold eyes swept through the bandits, and finally his eyes fell on Zheng Ling. It's just that the cold awn is no longer, and it seems to bloom some surprises of reunion after a long separation.

Then I saw him waving his tail and beating Zheng Ling on the back like a whip. He screamed with pain and loosened the clang feather.

Then the boa constrictor's tail twined the Zheng plume. Zheng Ling's face turned white with fear. She thought she would be suffocated by a python.

But the boa constrictor didn't seem to exert any force. He just put her on its back and spit out snake letters at those people. Suddenly a stream of ice and snow spewed out of its mouth, freezing the noisy bandits outside.

Only the bandit leader, the ice and snow seemed to have no effect on him. He took a water gun out of his pocket and sprayed it at the python.

Suddenly, the air was filled with the pungent smell of poison gas.

Zheng Ling felt weak after taking a sip, and the whole person was going to fall.

The python swayed its tail to protect her, and then carried her into the tomb. With a crash, the door opening was blocked by a boulder.

The boa constrictor gently put the Zheng feather on the ground. It took Zheng Ling a long time to recover. She slowly got up and felt a sense of familiarity when she saw the strange environment.

She felt as if she had lived here for a long time.

"Where is this?" She asked in surprise.

The python climbed up in front of her, straightened his upper body, and narrowed his eyes into crescent teeth. It looks cute.

Zheng Ling smiled. She was sure it didn't mean to hurt her.

She held out her hand, and the python put his head in the palm of her hand and lingered intimately.

Zheng Ling said, "you know me, don't you?"

The python nodded vigorously.

Zheng Ling jumped with joy: "how long have we known each other?"

The boa constrictor cocked his head and thought.

Zheng Ling remembered that he couldn't speak.

"Hundreds of years?"

The python shook his head.

"Thousands of years?"

Python nodded.

Zheng Ling was so surprised that his mouth opened wide.

"So you should know my previous life. And she is your master?"

The python began to nod.

Zheng Ling is as dull as a chicken.

She swallowed her saliva and couldn't believe that she would pick up such a terrible Python to play at home in her previous life? What is that mentality?

However, the python really likes Zheng Ling very much. It likes to have fun around Zheng Ling and will kiss her like a child.

Zheng Ling was not used to it. But somehow, when it kissed her, the picture of her kissing a little black snake came to her mind.

Presumably, after the passage of time, the lovely little black snake grew into a python. And it remembers how she kissed it when she was a child. So I will imitate her actions and take the initiative to kiss her.

Fortunately, it was just a touch of the water. And limited to the forehead.

Otherwise Zhengling should be autistic.

She looked at the scene of the cave. When she saw the lifelike murals, she walked over in surprise.

She stroked everyone above with her hand. Every time she came into contact with a portrait, she had something in her mind to drill out.

Until she saw 49 priests casting magic spells on the young man in the ice coffin, her heart hurt badly for some reason.

The eyes are astringent and the heart is sour. She couldn't help touching the handsome boy and murmured, "how painful it is?"

The python put it on her shoulder, and tears rolled down Zheng Ling's hand, burning badly.

"You're crying." Zheng Ling was surprised.