The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 147: Extremely Urgent
Luna clenched her legs together and dashed out of the cave, "Make way, urgent business!"
Corbin Crowley narrowed his silver eyes, looking at Rhys Blackwood, "Your Spirit Fruit is poisonous."
"Don’t try to blame me, obviously your ginger tea has issues."
Rhys coldly retorted, his tail curling around her waist, "You’ve been poisoned, I’ll take you to the witch doctor."
"Let me go—"
She was momentarily bewildered, like a fish out of water starting to struggle, clamping her legs tightly, her forehead veins bulging.
Her stomach was all churned up.
It rumbled like boiling water in a pot.
These two guys wouldn’t let her go, she felt like she was about to have an accident.
She really felt like crying.
"I ate something bad... No, my ability is about to level up!"
"Pff～"
Just as she finished speaking, she let out a loud and smelly fart, the stench was so strong she couldn’t help but frown.
Embarrassed, her face turned crimson, and she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Corbin stepped back a pace, his expression filled with an array of emotions.
Rhys was also stunned, his tail instinctively releasing her.
Luna seized the chance to escape, darting out of the cave like a startled rabbit.
The night wind carried her frantic scream: "Anyone who dares follow will be divorced!"
Corbin pinched his nose and sneered, "Divorce? You better learn to control your bodily functions first."
Rhys silently used his tail to pick up a banana leaf at the cave entrance to fan the air, gradually dispersing the lingering odor inside the cave.
About fifty meters beyond the cave, hidden behind a bush, Luna tremblingly used her Wood Element Ability.
Vines burst from the ground, instantly forming a screen, the leaves rustling and blooming with tiny pink flowers, swaying gracefully in the moonlight.
It was beautiful beyond compare, and also formed an impenetrable enclosure around her.
She glared at this overly romantic temporary toilet, clenching her teeth, "Who asked for flowers to bloom! Afraid no one would find me?"
Hurriedly lifting her Beast Skin Skirt, she squatted to attend to her urgent needs.
Remembering something, she quickly retrieved some toilet paper from her system backpack.
Come just a bit closer, and it would have ended up in her pants.
After a series of explosive sounds.
Luna breathed a long sigh of relief, finally feeling comfortable.
Suddenly, she heard a rush of footsteps.
Startled, she wondered if those two had followed her?
Quickly, she used the paper to wipe her behind, then pulled up her Beast Skin Skirt.
Just as she was about to step out, she saw a crack suddenly appear in the vine screen.
The witch doctor’s old face peered through the gap, with Corbin holding him by the collar, suspending him in mid-air: "Quick, look! Is she poisoned?"
Luna’s eyes widened, instantly petrified.
The witch doctor looked at her with a calm face: "Oh, pretty tasteful arrangement for a toilet, it’s quite stylish, but a bit smelly."
Corbin frowned, "Is she okay?"
Rhys glanced at the pink flowers on the vines, with a subtle expression, handing in a clean leaf: "Wipe!"
She twitched the corner of her mouth, "Wiped already."
Rhys assumed she disdained it, "Just picked, washed it."
Her face turned green, gritting her teeth, "Really used it already!"
A kick landed on the vine screen, the pink flowers "puffed" releasing stifling pollen.
The witch doctor was hit and sneezed three times in a row, his old face wrinkling like a chrysanthemum: "Stinky girl, trying to murder this old man!"
"Murder your head!"
She clutched her Beast Skin Skirt and jumped out of the floral wall, feeling the air suddenly fresher.
Corbin followed carrying the witch doctor.
Rhys, expressionless, glanced inside the vine flower wall and saw the indescribable pile on the ground, covered with something white and wrinkly, unknown.
But it also proved she did wipe.
His eyes moved slightly, not saying anything, just silently discarding the leaf in his hand.
Quietly followed.
Wondering what that white, wrinkly thing was exactly.
It seemed quite soft, should be much more comfortable than leaves, at least it wouldn’t scratch one’s bottom raw.
He decided to go back and ask Luna what on earth it was.
On the other side, Luna washed her hands and returned to the cave.
Just sat down when the witch doctor wobbled in, holding a handful of herbs, casting her a meaningful glance, "Girl, you sure had a wild night, not quiet for a moment."
She twitched the corner of her mouth, almost slipping off the stool, "What do you mean by that? I’m a proper person!"
The witch doctor stroked his beard, grinning slyly, "A proper person? Then what about the pink flowers on the vine screen? I’ve lived most of my life, never seen anyone poop so poetically."
Luna’s face turned black, gritting her teeth, "If you’re so bored, why not study how to cure your big mouth!"
The witch doctor laughed heartily, casually placing the herbs on the stone table, "Alright, I won’t tease you. These are herbs to soothe the stomach, remember to boil them in water, don’t drag me out of bed in the middle of the night again with your antics."
She helplessly accepted the herbs, silently thinking: Clearly, it was those two who dragged you out.
Just then, Corbin and Rhys walked in one after the other.
Corbin’s silver eyes were cold, glancing at the witch doctor, "Is she okay?"
The witch doctor waved, "She’s fine, just an upset stomach, a few days of rest should do."
She breathed a sigh of relief, but then the witch doctor added, "However, your stomach is quite delicate, so stop messing around with random things in the future."
After speaking, he gave Corbin and Rhys a meaningful look.
Corbin remained expressionless, Rhys gave the witch doctor a cold glance, neither said a word.
After the witch doctor left.
Luna felt she could finally get some peace, but just as she lay down, voices of Corbin and Rhys arguing came from outside the cave.
"I’ll take the first watch."
Corbin’s voice was hard and cold like iron.
"Why? You take the second watch."
Rhys wouldn’t back down.
"I said, first watch is mine."
"Ha, you take the first watch, and then I’m stuck listening to you snore during the second?"
Inside the cave, Luna’s temple throbbed listening, she grabbed a Beast Skin pillow and threw it towards the cave entrance, "If you keep arguing, get out!"
Outside, it suddenly went silent.
She turned over, closed her eyes, but soon heard the whispering sounds again.
She couldn’t be bothered to open her eyes, letting those two do whatever they wanted.
The next morning, Luna, with dark circles under her eyes, got up to find Corbin and Rhys still entrenched, each occupying a corner of the cave, eyes coldly glaring at each other, as if they’d throw down any second.
She rubbed her temples helplessly, too lazy to mediate, stood up, and urged, "Aren’t you supposed to go to The Salt Lake? Hurry up, don’t delay serious business."
Corbin frowned, "Leaving you alone in the tribe doesn’t sit well with me."
Rhys nodded, "At The Salt Lake there’s Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, there won’t be problems. We’ll stay here with you."
She rolled her eyes, "Am I going to get lost as a living person? Besides, I’m going to study making ceramics, I don’t have time to go to The Salt Lake with you."
Corbin and Rhys exchanged a look, speaking in unison, "Ceramics?"
Luna couldn’t be bothered explaining, just waved her hand, "You wouldn’t understand, just don’t follow me."
About to wash her face and brush her teeth.
Suddenly, she heard a burst of excited shouting from outside: "Sister Cynthia! Sister Cynthia! Come and see!"
She poked her head out and saw a beastling excitedly running over, holding a clump of gray-brown, wet clay.
She was slightly taken aback, walked over, her eyes fixing on the clay in the beastling’s hand, her eyes lighting up, "Is this clay?"
The beastling laughed, eyes squinting into a line, "Sister Cynthia, I heard you were looking for clay to mold shapes, my friends and I often play with clay, just so we know where to get it, so I dug some by the river."
