The Legend of the Wh

A trickle of warmth slid down the corner of my eye, and my strength began to drain away. I wanted to say something, but my throat was dry and scratchy, making it impossible to speak. If I didn't speak now, there would be no more chance.,First to be intentionally forgotten was the name carried from a past life. This life as a snake no longer needs its old identity.,The White Snake summarized four rules of survival.。