The next second, Lan Long's imposing body vanished from where he stood. Two enormous black wolf claws slashed through the air, unleashing powerful Soul Power as they tore toward Luo Chen's chest.
As a level 68 Soul Emperor, Lan Long's speed was terrifying. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Luo Chen immediately used Flying Thunder God Teleportation, instantly retreating dozens of meters and narrowly avoiding the deadly blow.
Luo Chen hurriedly set Hu Liena down, gently patted her little bottom, and said with a smile, "Go stand farther away. Once I kill this Werewolf General, I'll naturally go with you."
Hu Liena looked at Luo Chen in shock and embarrassment. Suddenly recalling something, she bit her red lip and said, "Could it be... you never passed out at all? You hooligan, were you pretending the whole time? But... how is that possible? You..."
Hu Liena was both shocked and angry. She knew that when she had carried Luo Chen one-handed just now, she had pressed him fully against her delicate body for convenience. She had thought nothing of it because she believed he was unconscious and still so young.
But if Luo Chen had been pretending all along, then wouldn't that mean he had felt everything she had done to him, as well as her fox-like figure?
At that thought, Hu Liena's face turned crimson. She could not help pulling out the short sword again and aiming it at Luo Chen.
Luo Chen did not care in the slightest. He reached out in an instant and grabbed Hu Liena's snow-white wrist. Before Hu Liena could react, he had already caught her.
Luo Chen pulled Hu Liena before him, lightly touched her fox ears, and spoke in a low voice.
"Yes, Little Fox. Stop pretending. I know you