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Song Qingyu's gaze was faint. After seeing that the snake had bitten her, he had begun to linger around, clearly showing that there was something on his body that caused her to stop in her tracks. Song Qingyu raised his hand, taking out the dagger at his waist, he slashed seven inches from the snake's head.

Song Qingyu recognized this kind of snake. Although it wasn't a highly toxic snake