The next moment, thicker green vines grew from the surface of the stage, entangling Song Shu's legs.
Small yellow flowers bloomed on the vines—beautiful yet mildly poisonous; a faceful of their pollen could knock someone out for half an hour.
Zhou Shuning gave a soft chuckle. "A-shu, be careful! If you breathe in even a puff of this pollen, you'll lose!"
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