"You old lecher, it was all your fault. Why did you have to swallow? You couldn't even hold that in?"
"How can you blame me? She took off her clothes without any warning. I was startled too."
"You were the only one startled! Next time you fight someone, if they just throw a few beauties at you, will you surrender on the spot?"
One voice was filled with reproach, while the other tried his best to distance himself and play innocent.
To No. 03, those two voices sounded incomparably familiar.
Weren't those Feiluo and Nis's voices?
Could they be here?
Weren't they outside, raging helplessly?
No. 03 could not help looking toward the water mirror she had summoned earlier. In the mirror, Feiluo was still frenziedly scorching the Wave Mechanist's head, while Nis had summoned countless undead flames, venting his fury through the burning ghostfire.
At first glance, everything seemed normal.
But No. 03 soon noticed something was wrong. When she tried to put away the water mirror, she found that it was completely beyond her control. It was as though she had never summoned it at all.
A look of terror crossed No. 03's face, and she could not help taking a step back.
At the same time, the image within the water mirror rippled. Feiluo and Nis, who had just been furiously smashing, burning, and wrecking things, suddenly froze at a certain moment. Then, like puppets on strings, they jerkily turned their heads and met No. 03's gaze through the mirror.
The two men in the water mirror revealed eerie smiles at the same time.
No. 03's face instantly turned pale.
Like a startled beast, she suddenly leaped up and began smashing everything around her like a madwoman—whether it was the golden pool or the tables, chairs, and