Luna squeezed her legs together and shot up, rushing out of the cave. "Move it, everybody, this is DEFCON 1!"
Corbin Crowley's silver eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Rhys Blackwood. "Your Spirit Fruit is poisonous."
"Nice try, but the problem is clearly with your ginger soup."
Rhys retorted coldly, his tail curling around her waist. "If you're poisoned, I'll take you to the witch doctor."
"Let me go, NOW—"
She was instantly baffled, flopping around like a fish out of water, her legs squeezed even tighter, the veins on her forehead throbbing visibly.
Her stomach was churning up a storm.
It was gurgling nonstop, just like a kettle left to boil over.
And these two clowns still wouldn't let her go—she honestly felt like she was about to lose it right there.
And possibly even cry.
"I just ate something bad... No, I mean, my Ability is about to upgrade!"
"Pfft~"
