Qiao An stood before the sea of dangerously beautiful flowers, her fingertips trembling. She was angry, wanting to annihilate all this wickedness.
But the moment she raised her torch, the others stopped her, roaring in unison, "You can't just burn this stuff! What do you think this is, some B-movie plot? If you light that fire, every person and animal on this entire deserted island will get high as a kite!"
(O_o)?
Amid everyone's speechless stares, Qiao An was forcibly escorted back to the wooden cabin and made to face the wall.
"Hmph. These flowers are bad. Why can't I burn them?"
Looking at Qiao An's still innocently clueless face, Mu Zimo sighed.
SIGH... 'This is so complicated to explain,' he thought, turning to Sheng Bai, who was squatting nearby and teasing the Black Panther. But Sheng Bai just snapped back irritably, "What are you looking at? I'm not an encyclopedia. Why do you always dump the dirty work on me?"
