Saint Mage Prophecy Collection

Li Yao slumped in his seat, completely baffled.

They had obviously won beautifully.

After the Pillar of Sighs was destroyed, the dragon legions from all four directions seemed to have suffered a fatal blow. Their morale wavered, and the rhythm of their coordinated attacks began to fall apart. That gave the mage legions their chance. They quickly organized a counterattack and soon drove the demoralized dragon legions back step by step!

Li Yao was still sitting in his chair, rocking it while cradling the back of his head.

Just like the countless times he had won a game before.

Lin Xiaowei glanced at him. Sometimes, she really envied this guy's optimism and lack of seriousness.

He was like a boy who would never grow up.

Sometimes he was heartless and careless, yet other times he was strangely considerate.

She had even recently started to realize—this damn dog actually looked pretty decent! Kind of handsome!

This was tough! But what else could she do? Could she really meet another guy she could talk to so easily, someone who would support her unconditionally no matter what, who could go completely wild with her when they went crazy and make her cry when things got heartfelt?

It would be hard to meet another guy like that, right? If she never did, that was fate.

But if she met one and still failed to cherish him, then she deserved to die.

Li Yao got goosebumps under Lin Xiaowei's gaze. He lowered his head and examined himself. Nothing was wrong! So he looked up.

"What are you looking at!"

Lin Xiaowei: "()???"

She was practically about to laugh in anger. "What if I'm looking at you?"

Li Yao rose to his feet without changing expression. "Look all you want. Isn't being this handsome exactly what