Luna clenched her legs together and dashed out of the cave, "Make way, urgent business!"
Corbin Crowley narrowed his silver eyes, looking at Rhys Blackwood, "Your Spirit Fruit is poisonous."
"Don't try to blame me, obviously your ginger tea has issues."
Rhys coldly retorted, his tail curling around her waist, "You've been poisoned, I'll take you to the witch doctor."
"Let me go—"
She was momentarily bewildered, like a fish out of water starting to struggle, clamping her legs tightly, her forehead veins bulging.
Her stomach was all churned up.
It rumbled like boiling water in a pot.
These two guys wouldn't let her go, she felt like she was about to have an accident.
She really felt like crying.
"I ate something bad... No, my ability is about to level up!"
"Pff～"
Just as she finished speaking, she let out a loud and smelly fart, the stench was so strong she couldn't help but frown.
Embarrassed, her face turned crimson, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
