One step closer and I will pierce your heart with thorns. "
Shen Ji's warning was accompanied by the wildly growing thorn vine on his right arm, which rubbed blood marks on the side of Zhou Lian's neck.
Zhou Xian clasped his wooden wrist:
"Every time you tell a lie, one more white flower will bloom on the thorn bush. "
When a researcher covered in thorns meets a guard with steel and iron bones,
The laboratory becomes a dangerous symbiotic garden.
They use pain to measure the safe distance between each other,
Until one rainy night, the thorns suddenly withered.
Zhou Xian smashed the limiter and pressed him against the training cabin:
"Now, my bones will be your thorns. "
Intention: thorns