Irina was definitely missing him back at home. He had to quickly resolve these problems and go back home to make food for her.

A black and red snake crawled over slowly from the back of the mountain, wearing a leisurely expression that contrasted against the golden-haired young man’s anxiety.

“Ssss—”

“You must be intentionally creating chances for Winston!” Damien rubbed his fists and clenched his teeth.

Curtis raised his head and beckoned.

Instantly, rustling sounds rang out from the back. The sounds were densely packed, making one’s scalp turn numb.

Countless snakes slithered out. Red ones, green ones, yellow ones, black ones… A layer of colorful carpet was laid...