Pricked Into a Porcupine

Su Wen held back her laughter. "We'll open the door when they are pricked by the catci."

Su Qing stood at the side, her expression indescribable.

Su Xiu's face was still swollen! She did not know what to say.

Soon, Sun Dahai and Sun Dahe were lifted up to the courtyard wall. Suddenly, the two of them let out a scream. He was stuck to the courtyard wall and his body was being stabbed and waved around. However, the courtyard wall was full of cacti. The more he moved, the more he was pricked.

In addition, it was summer, and the clothes were thin and short-sleeved, so the thorns of the cacti could easily penetrate the fabric.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much."

"Put me down."

The brothers' screams confused the people who were carrying them. They subconsciously let go, and the two fell directly down from the courtyard wall. Their face was covered in dust, and their arms, palms, face, and neck were all covered in cactus thorns.