Ye Guyi's voice rose an entire pitch, and her fair cheeks flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A girl's blush outshone every sweet nothing; as for how she came to blush, never mind that.
Lu Ren looked at her with contempt.
"You're so full of yourself. Just because you're a little pretty, you really think you're an angel?"
"Who else on the entire continent has the Holy Angel Martial Soul besides me?!"
Ye Guyi completely lost it. She stamped her foot hard, her violent movements scattering a few strands of golden hair down either side of her face, which she angrily swept back behind her ears.
"Weren't you talking about me, you jerk? And you're still making excuses?!"
"Shout a little louder, and everyone on the continent will hear that you have the Holy Angel Martial Soul."
The contempt on Lu Ren's face instantly switched to a beaming smile. The speed of his change in expression made Ji Juechen's eyelid twitch hard beside him.
"But that works too. You can take the blame for me, and then the Holy Spirit Cult won't come after me."
Ye Guyi trembled all over with anger. Her lips quivered several times. She wanted to curse him, only to discover that her vocabulary was far too limited. After struggling for ages, all she managed was:
"You're just the worst!"
If she could have beaten this bastard, she would have drawn her sword right then and poked a few holes in his face.
Especially with that punchable expression on his face!
It was infuriating!
What irritated her most was that just a few casual words from him sent her feelings tumbling up and down, like a ball of yarn batted back and forth by a cat's paws, completely out of control.
During her