Yingcao: Sooner or later, I, Yingcao, will sting you to death.
Ever since the healing Yingcao discovered that her milk volume was directly proportional to her attacks, she took the evil path of Little Dingdang and never returned.
Yingxiaocao: The sky is clear today. Yingcao is still practicing hard in order to be able to better heal everyone in battle, but recently, everyone looks at me a little strangely.
African Qingming looked at the thousands of cherry blossoms in the courtyard, took a sip of tea, looked at the shikigami in the courtyard, and said happily, "Very good, very good."
Various firefly-oriented bg, short jokes