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This idea wasn't wrong, unfortunately, she overestimated the intelligence of the Red Python.
Seeing Mo Yan refuse to let it in for water or chicken, the Red Python impatiently nudged her with its huge snake head.
For the incredibly strong Red Python, this force was insignificant, but for Mo Yan, it felt like someone slamming forcefully into her. Given the ground was sloped, Mo Yan lost her footing and tumbled out.
Since clothes were thinner in summer, the sharp thorns on the vines pierced straight into Mo Yan's skin—her arms, cheeks, and the back that hit the ground were all pricked.
Mo Yan cried out in pain, struggled to get up by grabbing a bare rock, and her injuries quickly oozed dense beads of blood. The red spots soon soaked through her light blue clothes, and the fresh blood painted her smooth face a startling hue of red, making her look particularly harrowing.