Could Maiden Yinglong, in her girlish form, feel embarrassed?
Maiden Yinglong merely stiffened her expression and said with utmost seriousness, "What is this thing? How could it be so sturdy? Could it be an innate supreme treasure? No wonder!"
That made it not embarrassing at all.
But her instincts told Maiden Yinglong one thing: this really was nothing more than an ordinary rope.
Instructor Song felt extremely safe hiding behind Xiao Luo Si R. Though his shoulders were not particularly broad, they seemed capable of keeping an entire world apart. Standing behind Xiao Luo Si R, she actually felt as though she were looking at an artifact inside a crystal ball.
And the entire world was inside this Crystal Ball... It was a very strange feeling.
She subconsciously looked up at his profile. Was this how the world looked in his eyes as well?
"What manner of person are you?" Maiden Yinglong suddenly shouted in a low voice. She pointed the black Dragon Spear at him, truly the sharpest battle god of this post-Witch Era. "If you dare utter even a single lie, I will kill you!"
As if to prove that she meant what she said, a terrifying aura began emanating from Yinglong.
With such a powerful aura, it should have easily attracted the attention of the Houtu Tribe's powerful witchfolk. Yet Maiden Yinglong did not care in the slightest, showing just how confident she was in her own strength.
Seeing this, Instructor Song could not help asking quietly, "C-can you deal with Yinglong?"
She was not very sure. Since she had no way of knowing Xiao Luo Si R's true strength, she naturally could not make the most accurate judgment of the situation.
"I'll try my best." Xiao Luo Si R thought for a moment. "If I'm only