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The Snowflannel Vine seemed to tightly wrap around her, and Su Qingyue could feel the wooden vine's barbs begin to slowly pierce into her skin through her clothes.

If it was that kind of speed, Su Qingyue wouldn't have done anything. However, did she really come here to do battle?

This method of killing reminded Su Qingyue of the man-eating flowers of the twenty-first century