Hot Potato

Doro smiled and asked, "Do you want me to pick the fruit for you?"

Before Huanhuan could speak, Hui Jian said very seriously, "Only she can pick this fruit. No one else can help."

What a strange request.

Hui Jian poked Ju An beside him with his walking cane. "Go and bring her a stool."

Ju An didn't say anything this time. He quickly brought over a small stool and placed it beside the sapling. Then, he helped Huanhuan stand on it.

With the help of the stool, Huanhuan could finally touch the golden fruit this time.

She held the fruit and plucked it with a gentle tug.

The moment she plucked the fruit, the originally vibrant sapling instantly lost its vitality. Its leaves and stem withered quickly. Finally, it turned into a wisp of dust and disappeared.

Huanhuan froze in place.

She had only picked a fruit, but the entire sapling had withered.

When did she become so lethal?!