Chapter 60 Reel Silk from Cocoons (1/2)

As Yamamoto spoke, a cobra stuck its head out from the wide sleeve of his samurai suit. Two eyes stared at Jiang Ba, it opened its mouth and showed its forked tongue and two venomous fangs.

Long Xi gasped.

The cobra's venomous fangs had not been removed. They were still poisonous. How could Yamamoto not be afraid of being bitten by the snake?

Snakes were cold-blooded animals, unlike warm-blooded mammals like dogs and cats which might develop deep feelings for its owner after a long time. Even the master who raised snakes and knew how to control them couldn't guarantee that the snakes would not bite him.

Did this Yamamoto also have the superpower of controlling beasts, just like Lord Mo Kun?

Jiang Ba's facial muscles quivered and he backed away involuntarily.

Appearing frightened yet angry, his eyes were cold. He said, ”Mr. Yamamoto, if you don't do as I say, you'll never make it back to Fusang alive. You know what I can do! I have a thousand ways to make you disappear from the world and make you feel that life will be worse than death!”

Yamamoto sneered and left without saying a word.

Before leaving, he cast a meaningful look at Mo Kun.

Jiang Ba shouted, ”Get him!”

Compared with Jiang Ba, those guys seemed to be more afraid of Yamamoto. They all flinched and seemed afraid to touch Yamamoto.

Yamamoto, with a sneer on his face, calmly left.

Mo Kun said to Long Xi, ”I have something urgent to attend to.”

Then he said to Jiang Ba, ”Listen to Long Xi and don't disobey her.”

After that, he followed Yamamoto!

Long Xi went to knock on teacher Xu's door and said, ”Teacher Xu, it's all right. You can come out.”

Teacher Xu walked out of the living room and was stunned to see Jiang Ba, who usually bullied others in the school, kneeling down in front of Long Xi.

Long Xi said, ”Jiang Ba, you crawl in front of teacher Xu and kowtow to teacher Xu until they've cleaned up the gasoline.”

Jiang Ba was really obedient! He crawled to teacher Xu with both his hands and feet, kowtowing all the time until his forehead bled, but he continued to kowtow.

Teacher Xu wept bitterly.

He worshipped the picture that had been displayed at Xian'er's coffin a few times and said to himself, ”This must be my Xian'er's doing!”