Little Dragon Girl, Zi Yan!

"Why did you steal my herbs? Give them back right now, or I definitely won't let you off."

This was what a delicate, doll-like little girl with purple hair from the academy said to Fang Yu.

Though the little girl looked adorable and exquisitely carved from jade, the fierce and violent aura she exuded made others wary of her.

Fang Yu was very familiar with this little girl who wanted to snatch his herbs. She was the Dou Qi Continent's version of the Little Dragon Girl.

So, faced with this formidable Little Dragon Girl, Fang Yu simply reached out and pressed one hand against her little head, letting her flail and attack him with claws and teeth. Yet none of her attacks had any effect whatsoever. No matter how great the little girl's brute strength was, it was useless against Fang Yu and could not harm him in the slightest. This enraged and infuriated her to the extreme. She had never been this angry before. Of course, she was also afraid—more afraid than she had ever been. Even the Grand Elder had never affected her so profoundly.

Even the Grand Elder had been deeply wary of her immense brute strength, yet this man before her, a man she did not know, was bullying her as though she really were an ordinary little girl.

Just as the purple-haired little girl was about to bring out her trump card, she was suddenly drawn in by an incomparably enticing fragrance. She immediately stopped flailing, her eyes fixed entirely on the bottle the man had taken out. The scent was wafting from within it. At the smell, the little girl licked her lips. Clearly, she was craving it, turning into a little glutton. Fang Yu was not surprised by her change at all and