"What are you doing?" Sung Na-Mi grabs her brother's ear. "Have you gone insane?"
"I am the older one." Sung Se-Yong struggles to get free. Why heavenly beings are always stronger than demonic beings? That's not all. Why is their sister a heavenly blessed immortal? "Don't tear off my ear."
"It will grow again." She smirks at him, "I should dig out that tongue too."
"Sung Na-Mi, I will tell mother that you are beating me up again," He bellows.
"Mother isn't here." She should chop his ears today. "Why did you speak in such an offending way? Will they ever come down? What will we do now if they ignore us more? Whenever I ask you to help me, you turn it into a bigger mess."
Se-Yong hisses in pain. "I am a demon. I can't turn a mess into a lesser mess."
"Then, don't get involved in my mess." Na-Mi pulls his hair hard. "If you ever make it a mess, I am going to summon heavenly lightenings on you."
