Angel suddenly raised her head and looked at Li as if she were pondering something. Then a suggestive smile spread across her face. She reached out and slowly yet quite firmly lifted Li's chin, her long nails, dyed a moonlight color, lightly tracing across his skin.
Though Li had weathered many storms, the thought of Angel's body still left his mouth dry.
Angel's fingers touched Li's skin and slowly moved downward. As she did, her eyes gradually turned hazy.
"August..." Her cool, soft fingers brushed against Li's skin, and every touch sent a secret thrill through him.
Crack! A flash of electricity suddenly burst forth. Li rolled his eyes and looked at the small hole in the crotch of his trousers, feeling deeply annoyed. "Angel, could you pick somewhere else next time? If my magic resistance weren't so high, someone would have died."
Angel snorted. "You do that kind of thing to me every day. Can't I get a little revenge?"
"By the way, Angel, didn't you find that notebook? Where's that Apocalypse Prophecy Book?"
"I wanted to read the Apocalypse Prophecy Book too, but unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be in this tribe. Honestly, that Highlander High Shaman's magic was only so-so. That prophecy book probably wasn't anything special either. Only those brainless Highlanders would believe in it so blindly!"
"But now that you mention it... this prophecy book does seem pretty accurate. Prophecy is actually quite troublesome to make sense of..."
Only after Angel's long, delicate brows rose did she slowly say, "If we're talking about prophecy, we first need to talk about fate. A long time ago, my teacher once said that fate was like a rushing river. Countless tributaries flowed into it, and then spilled out through countless channels. At the same time, humans were like