"Of course, Little Bumble is sleeping with me tonight." Having just received a quiet "confession" from Jiang Xinli, Xuan Ying's lips curled into a confident smirk. He flicked out his ice-blue tail, intending to wrap it around Jiang Xinli as he always did.
However, Hua Xi was half a beat faster.
"Female Master, watch me perform a long-lost magic trick—'Catching a Loach in a Net'!" Hua Xi gently flicked his Seven-Colored Feather Fan. WHOOSH—
A large, soft net woven from multicolored metal directly ensnared Xuan Ying's snake tail.
"Little Peacock, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Xuan Ying sneered. He flicked his hand, and the large metal net instantly shattered into shards of ice.
But by the time he looked again, Jiang Xinli's waist had already been tightly claimed by a wolf's tail, a leopard's tail, and a tiger's tail.
There wasn't a single inch of space left for him.
