"So you're the Muscular Ascetic? What an adorable nickname. It doesn't suit you at all."
Wang Ce, who had originally been the target, was immediately cast aside by Shan Xiumei like an old shoe. Her face brimming with delight, she circled Meng Qi and appraised him from head to toe.
She fully embodied the vitality and liveliness of a youthful girl.
Combined with her restrained charm and naturally lovely features, this kind of ambush was enough to make many young masters fall for her.
For instance, Wang Ce, who had already raised his guard and no longer fallen for Shan Xiumei at first sight, still felt somewhat disappointed.
Wasn't I supposed to be the hero saving the beauty? Why did you suddenly go after the Muscular Ascetic?
That kid does have some looks, sure, but if we're talking handsome, shouldn't it be Sword Immortal Descends over there? At most, the Muscular Ascetic is about on my level.
Do I need to come up with a nickname with more contrast too, so I can surprise people?
Although Shan Xiumei, relying on her innate talent as a natural green-tea spirit, had keenly seized upon what Meng Qi cared about and tried to muddle through.
Unfortunately, her sudden change, along with what had happened with Miss Liu earlier and Xu Yue's attitude, made Meng Qi take the matter extremely seriously.
He then looked at the dead Iron Hand Demonic and Joyful Demonic on the ground. Xu Yue had been right: those who could earn the title of Demonic were definitely not such worthless weaklings.
Their realms appeared roughly similar, yet their combat strength had been far too poor.
If they were not Demonics from the Destroyer of Heaven Gate, then this Joyful Demonic...
Meng Qi subsequently thought of Su Nu Dao.
Both Xu