Qing Lin's New Toy, the Puppet Mo Bass

The next day.

The wedding.

The entire Snake-People Tribe celebrated. Bright red lanterns and wedding decorations filled every corner. Before countless reverent Snake-People, the once-unapproachable Queen Medusa wore a red wedding gown and veil. She held Xiao Yan's arm with graceful poise and received the blessings of the Snake-People Tribe elders.

Mo Bass hid in the crowd. At the sight, his eyes went bloodshot. He fought down the urge to kill, took several swigs of strong liquor, and felt that urge grow harder to resist.

On his way back to his tribe, he happened upon a girl in green. When she saw him, she did not lower her head or show the fear and meekness he expected of someone of mixed blood. Her pretty face remained calm. He also recognized the men beside her at once: Xiao Ding and Xiao Li, the older brothers of that little bastard.

He gave a cold laugh, suddenly interested.

He stepped straight into their path.

"My Snake-People Tribe doesn't take in trash..." Fueled by drink, he pointed at Qing Lin, a cold sneer curling his lips. "Make her get out of our territory, or I won't mind killing someone today!"

"..." Xiao Ding frowned slightly and stopped Xiao Li. He knew this man was one of the commanders of the Eight Great Tribes, and none of them could match him. Besides, it was Little Yanzi's wedding day, and he was in his bridal chamber. They could hardly call him out now.

They would settle this after tonight.

"What, scared?" Seeing them try to keep the peace, Mo Bass grew even more arrogant. He pointed a finger at Xiao Li, and dark-green Dou Qi gathered around him into a snake that lunged at Xiao Li.

"Hah!" Xiao Li's expression changed. Lightning-infused Dou Qi flashed around