One Month! Xu Jingming Returns!

A Ninth-Order Martial Saint could make Low-Order Metahumans explode to death through Qi-Blood fluctuations alone!

Xu Jingming had not yet reached that level.

Yet the Qi-Blood he casually radiated still made fifth-order Xia Lan feel as though she had been targeted by a top-tier ferocious beast, leaving her body weak and limp.

It was like an ordinary person suddenly encountering a three- or four-meter-tall black bear in the forest.

They would either be scared unconscious on the spot or have their legs turn weak, unable to muster any strength or move at all.

Of course,

as a Metahuman and a member of the Genius Training Camp, Xia Lan was naturally not so helpless.

She could still use her Space-type Ability to teleport herself away.

Yet before Xu Jingming, she inexplicably did not want to use her ability.

"Sorry."

Only then did Xu Jingming snap out of his reverie and withdraw his aura. "Is this better?"

"N-No, I still feel a little weak. I can't even stand up."

Xia Lan gently shook her head at the doorway, speaking in a deliberately feeble voice.

"Then it'll probably take a while to recover. I'll carry you to the sofa first."

Xu Jingming pondered for a moment before standing and walking to the villa entrance.

He directly scooped Xia Lan up in a princess carry.

Xia Lan had just returned from the martial hall and was dressed in a women's combat suit.

Wrapped in the combat suit, Xia Lan's slender, supple figure was displayed to perfection.

Even through the layer of fabric, Xu Jingming's right hand, which held Xia Lan's legs, could still feel the smooth softness of her beautiful legs.

It was also Xia Lan's first time being so physically close to a boy, and her pretty face could not help flushing slightly.