"Newborn sea race, we meet again!"
The words from the Flower Nacre left Class B Submariner Liu Yan stunned.
A newborn sea race? When did I become part of the sea races?
The comrades beside him, including Squad Leader Deng Changming, first glanced at the beautiful Flower Nacre, then at Liu Yan. Their eyes all burned with raging curiosity.
"We meet again"?
When had this brat secretly gotten involved with a Flower Nacre?
Tsk, tsk!
A human and a flower—a romance that defied all convention!
At that moment.
The Flower Nacre gracefully waved her arms, pressed her lovely figure against the glass, then extended a slender arm and lightly tapped it.
Thump!
Along with the sound—
"Glug~"
Tens of thousands of tiny bubbles emerged from the water out of nowhere.
They formed a line of flamboyant Myriad Heavens Script: "Warriors of the Myriad Heavens Race, might I have permission to speak alone with this warrior for a while?"
Under the reflection of the light—
The words continuously changed color, shifting from red to orange, then yellow, all the way to purple, cycling through all seven colors in turn.
This was clearly a small display of skill.
The group of warriors was utterly dumbfounded.
Even an idiot could tell that this Flower Nacre was certainly no weakling.
Squad Leader Deng hesitated for a moment before nodding. "All right!"
He waved a hand. "Everyone except Liu Yan, leave this place. You are temporarily dismissed to rest."
Liu Yan glanced at the Flower Nacre and suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the Flower Nacre Clan—their mental capabilities were absolutely no inferior to those of the Myriad Heavens Race.
He knew perfectly well that this Flower Nacre had deliberately displayed an impressive technique. Only after Squad Leader Deng instinctively developed a trace of awe