"He~~tui!"
Chu Zixuan spat a glob of phlegm onto a casually plucked tree branch.
The next second, the branch seemed stimulated and came to life, frantically escaping in the other direction.
Xuan Qiao, standing on Chu Zixuan's skateboard, had a somewhat vacant look in his eyes, muttered to himself, "It's alive again....."
After a while, he asked again, "Chu Zixuan, does your spit have the ability to give life to tree branches?!"
He had seen with his own eyes that each time Chu Zixuan spat on a tree branch, that branch would behave as if it had been given life, rapidly heading in the other direction.
Chu Zixuan scoffed, thinking goddamn it, as if his spit has the ability to create life. Did they think his spit was tadpole?
What he was doing was to make the branch carry his scent to attract the big tiger so that they would have more time to escape!
