"Men don't need to keep money in their pockets, give it all to my wife." The man waved his hand impatiently, as if swatting away flies.
The short man before him reluctantly transferred the money, humming a song, happily wearing his tattered suit as he left.
Almost at the same time, the man's Snake Tail hidden under the long skirt suddenly extended out,
dragging on the ground, the long tail was at least over ten meters, growing longer and larger than when drunk before.
This was a manifestation of his weakening power, unable to control the Snake Tail.
Like a swelling cotton, the tail had no support at all.
Seeing the man about to fall from the chair, I rushed over with a swift step to support him, "With your body so weak, why are you still exhausting your Essence Blood to make others taller?"
