Little Color angrily swung Vines from behind her around in front of her. Several strange plants were tied to one vine, each secured with its own knot. The whole thing looked like a braided whip and was utterly ridiculous.
Without ceremony, Little Color used Vines to slam the plants hard against the ground, lifted them, and slammed them down several more times to vent a whole night's frustration.
"Knock, knock."
"Knock, knock."
"Knock, knock."
Every time Little Color slammed them down, Dongfang Minghui heard that familiar knocking. It took her a while to realize the sounds were coming from these plants. Disbelief filled her face. "You've got to be kidding."
Yesterday, she had let her imagination run wild over the knocking and thought she had encountered something supernatural. It turned out these plants had been playing tricks on her.
Dongfang Minghui crouched and freed one of the plants from Little Color's Vines. They were all the same species, with little fans atop their heads. Their heads were so big and their bodies so small that she could not help worrying for them.
What if they were walking along one day and toppled headfirst onto the ground?
"Hey."
She pinched its root stalk, effectively grabbing it by the neck. "Do you know this is my territory?"
"Knock, knock."
"Speak plant language."
"Knock, knock."
Chubby Doll pressed a hand to their forehead wearily. "They're called Knock-Knock Grass. They can't say anything except 'knock, knock.'"
Otherwise, Little Color would not have been angry enough to want to wipe them out.
Dongfang Minghui: "..."
So they had all been toyed with by these few stalks of Knock-Knock Grass?
Qian Wanyu had already opened her eyes, but Chubby Doll and Dongfang Minghui were so engrossed that neither noticed her. She watched with a smile as