The cold-blooded snake beastman walked through the forest. He was already a cold-blooded beastman by nature, but now his entire aura was oppressively low. She Chuan, following behind him, even felt as if it weren't raining, but hailing ice.
Dongchi had never liked his 'scum father.' After all, once his father learned of their existence, he had completely monopolized their mother. When it came to competing for affection, he didn't concede even an inch to his own cubs. But now, seeing his current state, both Dongchi and Nan Mo started to feel concerned. Dongchi wanted to step forward and ask what was wrong, but Nan Mo held him back, shaking his head.
They could feel that his mood was terrible, extremely so.
