Lu Yuan naturally noticed Hu Liena's little move.
But what was even more interesting was—
"You've got some nerve."
The boy muttered to himself, flicked a finger, and leaned quietly against the tree trunk as he gazed into the distance.
Her eyelashes trembling, Hu Liena slowly opened her eyes.
If she had heard correctly, did that mean he had noticed her little move?
Or perhaps—
He had never been charmed by her in the first place!
With her back to Lu Yuan, killing intent flashed through Hu Liena's eyes before vanishing.
At a time like this, there was no room for even the slightest accident.
Mercy toward an enemy was cruelty toward oneself, and Hu Liena happened to be a very selfish person.
Still, Hu Liena chose to suppress the killing intent in her eyes. Pretending to be delicate and tender, she asked, "Lu Yuan, what did you say?"
"I said—"
"Stop acting."
Warm breath brushed against the edge of her ear, carrying a faint trace of moisture. Hu Liena's eyes widened instinctively. Then, like a startled cat, she sprang up from the ground, a dagger slipping into her hand as she thrust it backward.
It was as though she had stabbed into a block of wood. Hu Liena twisted the dagger in her hand forcefully, yet her arm still ached terribly.
"Na Na!"
Yan and Xie Yue, who had been recovering their Soul Power, were also startled by Hu Liena's sudden action. They looked at the tree trunk behind her, where the dagger had been embedded, their faces full of confusion.
Turning her head back stiffly, Hu Liena finally realized that the dagger had truly been driven into the tree trunk behind her.
An illusion?
She gently pulled out the dagger and pressed her fingertip against its sharp edge.