Flynn met Ralt's eyes.
As a former teammate, Flynn certainly knew what Ralt was thinking at the moment.
But the little mage who once admired his captain Qian Yibaishun seemed to be particularly stubborn this time.
"My friend planted this here." Flynn explained. He patted the leaves of the dragon vine again. The green, fat and strong plants under his palms did indeed look a little bigger. Very well-behaved---if you ignore the few wisps of highly toxic digestive juice dripping from the gaps in their closed tumors.
The digestive fluid dripped onto the ground, making a "sizzling" sound, and a few dark traces of corrosion instantly appeared on the soil.
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