Chapter 778

The Mage felt a rare touch of suffocation—don't misunderstand, Gwyndolin was not generous in that sense to such an extent. She had merely wrapped his entire body up with her serpentine tail.

It was a very distinctive experience.

He Shenyan silently looked at the tail coiled around his chest and even his neck. Its tip even trembled slightly with her breathing, its pale tenderness tinged with a childish red.

Scales were arranged in orderly layers along her tail, yet they did not look hard. The sensation they sent back when they touched his skin was closer to a skinlike softness.

For some reason, He Shenyan felt that this morning was especially hot.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and planned to simulate the process of elemental transmutation in his mind with psychic power.

Elemental transmutation was a relatively complicated process, requiring calm thought and absolute rationality. Especially in simulation; back when he had still been an apprentice at Kamar-Taj, he had often used this kind of simulation as entertainment.

Of course, it was one-of-a-kind entertainment—he was the only one who could play like this. A certain horse-faced man had more than once complained indignantly behind his back that doing this was nothing but showing off.

However, this method that had always worked failed this time.

A warm breath fell on his face, carrying damp heat, and even the air seemed to turn ambiguous because of it.

For several seconds, the Mage did not dare open his eyes. But the person staring at him was clearly more patient than he was.

Snakes were always very patient. For the sake of hunting, they could remain motionless in all sorts of harsh environments for hours, even half a day.

At last, he compromised.

The prey leapt into the snake's jaws by itself.

The Mage