Yun Zui lowered her head and looked at the thorny ball that had stabbed her calf yet still dared to keep rolling. Her arched brows slowly rose, and a mischievous smile curled her lips. She stuck out a leg to block it. "Oh my, if it isn't our Huahua~ Not even going to say hello to your big sister? Where are you rolling off to?"
"Y-you're not allowed to call me Huahua!" Yun Shuanghua protested softly from inside the ball, his little face flushed with anger.
Those words reminded the Dragonblood Thornbush that it still hadn't settled the score with this drunken woman for making Yun Huahua cry last time!
In an instant, grudges old and new surged into its heart... uh, into its thorn tips!
And so, with Yun Shuanghua completely oblivious and Yun Zui utterly unprepared, the Dragonblood Thornbush's main vines, dark red as blood, suddenly erupted! Brimming with savage draconic might and murderous menace, they coiled viciously toward Yun Zui!
"What the hell is that?!"
Yun Zui's pupils contracted. She was about to dodge, but they were far too close, and she hadn't been on guard against Yun Huahua.
Caught completely off guard, she only managed to twist aside from part of the attack. The cunning dragon vines still seized their chance: one wound tightly around the ankle of her freshly raised left leg, while another slithered like a venomous snake around the wrist of her right hand, which held her wine flask!
"Damn you, Huahua! Let go!" Yun Zui snapped. She pressed the fingers of her left hand together like a blade, blazing Drunken Flame igniting around them, and slashed fiercely at the thorny vine binding her right arm!
"S-sorry! But Little Thornbush has a mind of its own!" Yun Shuanghua's tearful voice emerged from the