Nüwa had a pair of hidden fangs behind her exquisite features, carrying an infinite Killing Intent. Her blood-red eyes seemed capable of imprisoning people in a completely parched space.
At that moment, the injured Male Witchfolk lying on the ground suddenly began steaming profusely... Amid his screams, the Male Witchfolk quickly turned into a dried corpse.
Xiao Luo Si R lowered his head and glanced at the dried corpse, frowning slightly.
But Nüwa had already moved... As if she had folded space, she instantly appeared in front of Xiao Luo Si R. She thrust out both hands and grabbed his shoulders, then opened her mouth and bit toward his neck.
"Xuanyuan... Xiruo?"
At that critical moment, a gentle voice reached Nüwa's ears. Her terrifying fangs stopped just short of touching Xiao Luo Si R's neck.
Suddenly.
Nüwa shoved Xiao Luo Si R away with both hands.
Her demonic red eyes did not blink. Nüwa's gaze shifted slightly as she asked hesitantly, "How do you know my name?"
"Is that really your name?" Xiao Luo Si R asked in an equally uncertain tone.
Princess Xiruo was Miss Long's name when she had yet to inherit the title of True Dragon, back when she was still the princess of the Xuanyuan family... But Miss Long's father was merely a descendant of the Xuanyuan Royal in World 003.
If Miss Long and the Daughter of the Yellow Emperor looked extremely similar, that could still be explained by skipping a generation in their inheritance... But sharing the same name was much harder to explain.
"I have a friend." Xiao Luo Si R thought for a moment before saying, "She looks a lot like you. I almost thought you were her."
"Friend?" Nüwa murmured thoughtfully.
"I say, Instructor Song, your friend is no good.