C281 Chen Kuan's Grief

The two huge pythons stood upright on the water surface, five meters high, looking down at Yang Ping. The river water was strangely quiet, with a wave of undercurrent rippling out, bubbling on the water surface. As Yang Ping stood on the shore, she felt a strong pressure.

The flute's sound rang out, melodious and melodious as it hypnotized the two pythons