C467 Back hug
Xu Qingmo held onto the green horn in his hand and carefully stroked it, feeling that it was like the skin of a living creature, smooth and exquisite, like the skin of a snake.
It was hard to imagine that within a few moments, this Green Horn was still moving in the air, agile and unrestrained.
Xu Qingmo could understand that, after all, in the beginning, the python's horn was not small