Master Tiger stretched lazily, thinking that a Ghost Constable spent all day dealing with Yin Qi and ghosts, so basking in the sunshine like this now and then felt rather pleasant.
Of the two lying on the ground, Bai Susu woke first.
She was no longer in human form, having turned back into a little white snake as thick as a wrist, her whole body snowy white, her scales reflecting the sunlight.
Perhaps detonating her Demon Soul had exacted too great a price; even her mind seemed to have regressed. When she opened her eyes, her gaze was bewildered, like that of a newborn cub.
She looked dazedly at the smoking Master Tiger and the smiling Xu Xian, lightly swept her tail across the ground, then turned to look at Cui Jiuyang, who lay unconscious beside her.
For some unknown reason, she felt an aura about this man that put her at ease, so she wriggled into his sleeve and crawled all the way up inside his robe to his chest.
Then she bumped into something hard-the snake skull Master Tiger had tucked inside.
The skull gave off a faint Demonic Qi that held an inexplicable attraction for her.
Without a second thought, the little white snake opened her mouth and swallowed it.
Strangely enough, the skull melted as soon as it entered her mouth, turning into a warm current that slid down her throat to her vital point seven inches below her head, actually stabilizing her weakened aura a little.
When Cui Jiuyang woke, the first thing he felt was that he could not breathe. His chest was heavy, as though something were weighing on it.
He struggled to lift his head and saw a white snake coiled on his chest, her tail resting lightly across his collarbone as