You Qingguan stared at the snake's head only inches away, feeling the crushing pressure squeezing her body.
She turned her head again and glanced at Jiang Siming, who seemed completely oblivious to this and had already mounted his sword, preparing to fly away.
You Qingguan began to panic.
Could Jiang Siming really just stand by and watch me die?
Am I really going to die in the mouth of an ordinary Serpent Vine and become food in its stomach?
A Nascent Soul stage cultivator being killed by an ordinary Serpent Vine—she would truly die with her eyes open.
"Save me!" You Qingguan had no choice but to call out to Jiang Siming for help. Thinking she was going to resist, the Serpent Vine immediately tightened its coils.
"Help! I was wrong! Save me!" You Qingguan finally understood her situation. At a time like this, there was no use being stubborn. Staying alive came first.
Otherwise, she would leave behind a disgrace that lasted ten thousand years and become the laughingstock of every cultivator under heaven.
So even if Jiang Siming alone laughed at her, that was still better than becoming infamous throughout the world, right?
A dignified Nascent Soul stage cultivator had accidentally died in the wilderness, killed by an ordinary snake?
This would truly be the greatest bizarre tale under heaven, enough to make every cultivator laugh for several hundred years.
Jiang Siming turned his head and asked calmly, "If I save you, will you speak properly afterward?"
"Yes." You Qingguan gritted her teeth as she answered. She was truly about to collapse, and the bones in her body seemed ready to be crushed by the snake.
"Will you listen obediently?"
Jiang Siming pressed his advantage, taking advantage of her plight to raise the price.
"I will." You Qingguan