Yang Qingqing's waist isn't just a waist; it's a blade that slays.
The trees she nurtures aren't just trees; they're an arsenal, an execution ground, the Path to the Underworld, Prince Du's Tomb...
"Left, right, left, back." Du Yu's head was ablaze with Ghost Firefly's black flame, muttering to himself as if he'd gone mad.
In the leaf-covered living room, he held a wooden bow, the tip of the bow arm gleaming with a short dagger, and slashed down viciously.
Resilient vines, resembling long snakes, were cut by Du Yu's dagger, but the vine's end suddenly lifted, like a long whip, and lashed out at Du Yu's buttocks in an instant.
"Crack!" The Demon Breath Battle Robe shattered with a roar.
"Ah~" Du Yu let out a wail, clutching his rear with one hand, feeling a stinging pain.
This marked the 18th day of his torment.
Initially, for the first 2 days, the Fire Phoenix Tree's vines poked left and right, training Du Yu like a kindergarten child.
