When the blonde woman ahead suddenly turned around, Ma Hongjun immediately coughed, hastily concealed the lecherous gleam in his eyes, and puffed out his chest.
Watching Ma Hongjun impassively, Qian Renxue slowly opened her delicate hand. Golden light danced like a sprite in her palm, tracing uncanny paths.
"Beauty, would you like to be friends? I'm quite somebody, you know-a Soul Ancestor with level forty-two soul power at just fourteen." Ma Hongjun took two steps forward, pulled a rose from his clothes, and offered it to Qian Renxue with what he imagined was a gentlemanly smile.
"Do you need me to protect you?"
"Get lost!" Qian Renxue's gaze sharpened slightly, her voice cold.
With that, she turned to leave, but the moment she turned, Ma Hongjun blocked her path with a lewd grin plastered across his face.
Ma Hongjun stared blankly at the blonde woman standing before him. His gaze slowly wandered, finally settling on Qian Renxue's impassive, exquisite face. An intoxicated look unwittingly surfaced in his eyes.
Even though something was clearly wrong with the atmosphere, faced with Qian Renxue's nearly flawless beauty and ethereal, otherworldly bearing, Ma Hongjun still refused to give up.
"Heh." Qian Renxue suddenly laughed. In the next instant, she became a golden afterimage and appeared behind Ma Hongjun.
"So fast! What happened?" Ma Hongjun's mind went blank for an instant. He abruptly spun around, his pupils contracting as he stared at the blonde girl within arm's reach.
In that profoundly eerie atmosphere, the icy sensation of approaching death finally extinguished the flames of lust in Ma Hongjun's lower belly. Lecherous and arrogant though he was, he would not truly believe that he was still a match for the blonde girl before him at a time like this.
"Help!"
After that momentary lapse, Ma Hongjun