A Heroine Among Women, As If I'd Believe You

"Dean Liu, you've become even more beautiful since we last met."

Yuan Qingtian praised her gently.

After the Soul Master Tournament ended, he had engaged in some deep exchanges with Liu Erlong.

He...

How could he be so bold!

A strange feeling suddenly rose in Liu Erlong's heart. A faint blush appeared on her face, and she pursed her red lips before softly saying, "Holy Son, you flatter me."

This...

What was going on?

Yu Luomian stood rooted to the spot for a moment, his gaze shifting back and forth between Yuan Qingtian and Liu Erlong.

Had his daughter been stolen away?

Everyone's expressions also turned rather strange.

Who would have thought that Yuan Qingtian would actually say...

Someone's stubborn temper flared up. With a cold snort, they ran off to find the Third Elder, hoping to vent their pent-up frustration.

After eating its fill, the strange zombie returned expressionlessly to the pit it had been in earlier.

Wang Haisheng was somewhat helpless. He had returned to the country precisely because he wanted Fu Qingyun to explain what was going on.

And what kind of incredible coincidence was needed to discover this motorcycle's weakness? Its front, sides, and rear were like iron walls, impossible to damage no matter what, yet its true weakness turned out to be its undercarriage.

He punched the belly of the BMW beneath Wang Kui. After taking that blow, the horse raised both front legs, trying to run, but when it threw back its neck, it toppled over sideways.

Fu Cheng subconsciously reached out, but under Fu Yan's icy stare, his hand froze in midair. He could neither pull it back nor lower it, leaving him in an awkward position.

Besides, the Ninth Prince had completely lost face today. After this, he would surely keep his head down. How would he dare keep pressing the matter?

Forget it. Since he had already escaped, he should leave first. Otherwise, once his identity was discovered, there would be another round of trouble.

After all, horsemanship was easy to learn but hard to master. Learning to ride a horse was simple; an ordinary person could learn it in a day. But learning to use Weapon Bow Arrow while mounted, control both Mo Armor and one's mount, command War Horse to cross obstacles, and so on required at least half a year before one could achieve anything.

Unfortunately, this guy had actually chosen to ambush Ye Feng at the bathroom door, hoping to settle things with his fists.

Of course, if you find a Jungler still saving Smite while fighting the first hhpp this season, you're allowed to sneer at such an antique.

The reckless Leona thought her ultimate had controlled Card Master, and she wanted to work with the Zhao Xin who had flashed in to instantly kill Yu Luosheng's Card Master.

It was instant noodles again. Wang Liangyu sighed to himself. There was nothing he could do. In the end, he came to soak some instant noodles. Once they were ready, he started eating them one by one. Just then, he saw a twisted face reflected in the soup. Wasn't that Nie Liu's face?

"Excellent... I never expected there to be another excellent!" The staff member cried out when he saw the indicator stop firmly above excellent.

"The first four months... If I remember correctly, during the first four months, your King Score was a full 200 points ahead of mine. I could never close the gap. Over the last eight months, I barely caught up until the difference was around 50." Adams looked at the exceptionally handsome Acting Coach, his face revealing an expression of understanding.

But then again, Bao Bao felt that she had not exactly set her up. It was definitely true that Song Shaoyuan's people would not let her go easily.

Payne, who had originally been rather indifferent, suddenly changed expression when he heard that the Blood Clan was attacking the city. Though he had been fine every time he hid in the castle over the years, there was still danger, wasn't there? Who knew whether a large number of flying demons would come this year?

At that moment, he saw Wuming unleash several Sword Lights, easily reaping the lives of his companions as though slaughtering chickens. His heart filled with regret.

Mu Fan's expression was extremely grave. He could be certain that Black Rock Academy's other dean and its consecrated expert were absent. Though he did not know why, this was an excellent opportunity for him.

Because this weapon had been designed specifically to deal with zombies. It was not very effective against humans.

That face was covered in deep ravines and bulging veins. Thick purple-black Liquid dripped down, one blue-green eyeball dangled outside its socket, and its tattered clothes were stained with black blood. Even so, only half its facial skin remained; the other half was dark brown bone and sinew—it was Face-Gnawing Syndrome, as the official term called it.