Yang Yong froze for a moment.
The person closest to her?
He glanced down at the woman sleeping in his arms, practically drooling, and for a moment did not know what to say.
"This one's ability readings fluctuate wildly."
Cao Xianming stared at the Light Screen, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. "Sometimes she's absurdly strong, and sometimes she's incredibly weak."
"This is my first time encountering a Sequence Transcendent who's gone mad like this..."
His eyes lit up.
Yang Yong knew that gleam well. It was not a good sign.
It was the excitement that came from the depths of a data analysis fanatic's soul upon encountering an entirely new, never-before-seen data sample.
Cao Xianming looked at the woman in Yang Yong's arms with a probing gaze.
His gaze was like a scalpel, as though he wanted to dissect her layer by layer to see what lay within.
It was that very gaze.
The woman's eyes snapped open.
The instant those eyes opened, the air on the hillside abruptly froze.
The seemingly harmless vines on her body all snapped taut within a fraction of a second, every root pointing straight at Cao Xianming like a javelin.
The tips of the vines reflected a faint, cold gleam in the morning light, the kind that made people's hair stand on end instinctively.
Killing intent.
Naked, utterly undisguised killing intent radiated from the tip of every vine, so intense it was like a basin of cold water thrown in everyone's faces.
Cao Xianming stopped breathing.
He had no doubt that if he so much as moved...
Even if he merely blinked...
The tips of those vines would pierce his body at the exact same instant, treating him to the full ten-thousand-arrows-through-the-heart package.
He raised both hands high, moving as slowly as though