The writing brush squirmed wildly in her palm, attempting to escape. Jiang Yuebai exerted pressure using her Spiritual Energy, but unexpectedly, the brush slipped from her grasp, flew up, and started scribbling chaotically on her face.
Jiang Yuebai felt a chill on her face, accompanied by the sound of Xie Jingshan's burst of laughter from the side.
On her right cheek, there was a small turtle drawn.
Jiang Yuebai was dumbfounded; the brush was so slippery that it ignored her body's defenses, whether the Reversed Scale Armor or her well-trained body, none could sense the brush's presence to mount a resistance.
"Hahaha, Jiang Yuebai, even you've met your match today, hahahaha."
Xie Jingshan laughed wildly. Jiang Yuebai glared, hurriedly activating the Dust Cleaning Technique, but no matter how she swept, the turtle ink marks on her face and the corner of her clothes just wouldn't disappear.
