Zheng Qing was not Guan Erye.
He did not have the courage to accept Bone Scraping and Poison Healing without changing expression.
So, when he realized what Thomas intended to do, he immediately abandoned his previous idea of dealing with things passively. On one hand, he urged the Black Gemstone Cat to slip out and find help as quickly as possible; on the other, he frantically called upon the only reinforcements he could directly contact.
That was the tenant in his ear canal.
Honestly, having Little Green Snake, an existence that possessed a trace of the Ancient One's concept, deal with such a trivial matter was truly like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. But that mosquito had already burrowed into Zheng Qing's cerebral cortex, and he truly could not worry about anything else.
Yet no matter how he called out in his heart,
Little Green Snake remained unmoved, as though it had fallen into a deep spring drowsiness.
Its lazy attitude had persisted for quite some time. Just like last time in the North District, even when Zheng Qing had fallen into the Sandbox Small World's trap, he had not expected help from that big shot—back then, Little Green Snake had darted out on its own, without Zheng Qing asking for help or urging it, and chased after those Big Crows whose auras nearly matched an Archwizard's, biting them wildly.
Perhaps annoyed by his urging, the enormous figure coiled beneath the Forbidden Spell Tree impatiently tossed several thoughts his way—
"Will you die?"
"No, but..."
"Am I your nanny?"
"No, but..."
"What's with all these 'buts,' 'buts,' 'buts'! Every time I shed my skin, the pain is so bad I feel half-dead, and no one gives me anesthetic! My future is destined to be completely erased—have you ever