Instant Messiah

"I wonder where you're from. Good day, Snake."

Pretty snake in front of you, with her tongue in and out like she asked.

Spirit Faith to Dada...... If I told you, I didn't grow up in a village of snake faith. I also loved this limpless, strange creature.

A useless form, covered with a matte scale.

A surprisingly loving face. That also varies slightly from one person to another, and it's fun to find that difference.

When I was just mindful, it was something that made me cry out loud when I saw this cute creature dedicated to sacrifice at a village festival.

"Give it back to the Spirit. Don't be pathetic, because that kid's gonna get lost."

... Who was it that comforted me with those words when I was crying?

Oh, it's Tina, who lived in your neighborhood, beautiful and reputable. Uncle of Greenhill and this.

... You can still remember Tina.

I thought Tia took most of the people I cared about.

A child snake looking up and down at me, immersed in such emotion.

From what I've seen, it's the kind that doesn't have poison, and most importantly, I didn't really remember seeing it lately, so I wanted to follow it.

To avoid scaring him, slowly lowering his gaze and approaching him, gently offering his hand. Then I was glad that he kept his head on this fingertip, not running away.

For a long time, snakes didn't hate me.

Ever since I got involved with Master Tia, instead of being bitten, I've never even been able to get away close.

Some scholars say it's boring that reptiles don't have emotions, etc., but they just look back at the lack of that sight.

Each one has its own personality, likes and dislikes food, misses it differently, even moves differently.

In the first place, personality is by nature. That would make no difference to people or snakes. If you have time to argue about whether emotions are large or small, you should love them.

The size of the cerebral miso, the proportion of the cortex, that's how the will is measured.

Above all, there is no flair.

What do the scholars think of these kids who are so different from their original form, but do not feed them, but still snuggle up?

Whatever it is, I love Mr. Snake.

The snakes don't seem to dislike me.

The truth, that's all I need.

As I was playing with Mr. Snake, who had been tangled up in his arms, I remembered something strangely quiet about Chris.

Something was screaming.

"Dear Chris, speaking of which, what happened earlier?

Looking back and asking how Chris is doing.

Surprisingly, she was losing her hips. With his butt on, he opened those red eyes wide enough without any more, shaking his mouth.

This is the first time I've seen Chris look like this, and I accidentally open my mouth to this one.

"Hi... Hi..."

Sifting and cramping your cheeks and sliding back, modestly speaking, cannot be said to have majesty as a demon king.

What the hell is wrong with you?

No way, do you think I'm scared of Mr. Snake?

Stupid. So cute.

"Are you okay?

"Hiya! Don't pull over! Don't come!

I reached out to get him to stand up for now, Chris, desperately refusing to stare at this one.

I don't know, I thought my hands were so dirty... and her eyes were more directed at the little snake there than my hands.

"You don't have to hate me like that. I'm not even gonna bite this kid."

Well, there's no poison, and I don't think there's anything just slightly tiny about being bit. Chris, the poison won't work on you in the first place.

The sperm is a little swollen. If you wash it properly, it won't even cause terrible inflammation.

In the first place, what you should fear with a snake is its ability to detect and tighten.

Once the prey I aim for chases me to the end of the earth, and when I catch him, I won't let him go until I'm out of breath... I don't know what to say, it sounds terrible. Mr. Snake has an amazing obsession with prey, but he's a fuel-efficient creature in the first place.

I'm not as disappointed in the general image as I am in seeking food. Sometimes I don't eat anything for more than a month.

It is pure poverty. Totally fantastic.

I mean, it's not like you're excited if you're not hungry. Snakes are cute. Of course.

What are you scared of?

Totally jerking off, I tried to show the snake's charm by looking at these pungent eyes.

"Oh, no, do it that way! Don't come! Somebody! Help me, Marchand! Gallon, Selfie, no one!?

Who is it, Mar...... Oh, Mr. Aroma?

In any case, I decided to abandon the enlightenment of the serpent's adorability because Chris seemed too frightened.

I had no choice but to watch Mr. Snake from Chris and move him around the opposite corner of the room and gently place him on the floor.

"I'll let you get away with it later, just give me a minute"

That's how she spoke to the snake looking up in her creepy demeanor, and when she returned to Chris, she was trembling with her own shoulders.

That, too, is not to such an extent as to buzz, but to such an extent that it seems incontinent even now, so much so that it is hard to exaggerate.

"Mr. Snake, he's already gone."

"Yes, aren't you there? No more?

"No, I'm here, though."

In the corner of the room.

"Oh no! Uh-oh!

Finally, I cried out with Bie.

What the hell.

I can't talk about it. I had no choice but to ask Mr. Snake to pick it up from the window to the veranda.

Chris' room is on the top floor of the castle, but he won't have a hard time getting off because there's plenty.

Excuse me, Mr. Snake.

... No. I've seen it before if it's about tears.

Yeah. You've never seen Chris cry before.