But even now, under Lin Yi's restraint, A-Gui still had not ignited.
The flames hovering over his body looked like a gas stove's flame, turning strangely transparent where they approached his skin.
Far from surprising Zhang Lingzhen, this strange sight only intensified her curiosity about A-Gui.
At last, she reached A-Gui, then craned her neck closer.
That sickly face soon drew up beside A-Gui's ear, and she sniffed softly, as though picking up some astonishing fragrance.
Meanwhile, her palm, which had already become like a red-hot branding iron, gently touched A-Gui's body...
Her palm rested lightly against his chest. The instant it made contact, the extreme heat began melting the skin cast from supernatural substance on the surface of A-Gui's body...
A-Gui's expression remained unchanged as he stood steady as a rock on the Lecture Hall steps.
At this, Zhang Lingzhen narrowed her eyes slightly. Her scalding palm kept pressing forward, burning through the muscle fibers bit by bit as though sinking into mud, slowly passing the sternum and gripping the beating heart inside A-Gui's chest.
Having struck straight at the core and seized A-Gui's heart so easily, Zhang Lingzhen shook her head helplessly. "How boring... If you ask me, couldn't you at least put up a fight? Killing you just like this... really isn't any fun."
Her voice was full of boredom, but A-Gui remained unmoved.
Seeing this, Zhang Lingzhen wasted no more words. Heat surged through her palm as she tightened her grip on A-Gui's heart and squeezed mercilessly.
"Bang...!" The heart burst, splattering thick tomato sauce all over Zhang Lingzhen's hand.
For some reason, though she should not have cared about getting this tomato sauce on her, an ominous premonition involuntarily rose within her.
She glanced at A-Gui. His expression had not changed once, but the stranger