No one in Xiawu dared to mess with Yi Luowa, but today, someone raised on raw rice showed up to stir the pot.
The so-called "kid" wasn't much of a kid—she looked about seventeen or eighteen, sporting a mop of curly red hair, exaggerated smoky makeup, and, most offensively, black lipstick smeared on her pouty lips.
While Yi Luowa was in the middle of class, this strange girl barged into the classroom, stomped onto the teacher's podium, and yelled loudly, "Who's Yi Luowa? Come out and greet your benefactor!"
Yi Luowa nearly buried her head in her desk. She had no idea who this eccentric character was!
All eyes in the classroom instantly turned to Yi Luowa. The curly-haired redhead grinned widely, prancing over to Yi Luowa's desk, clasping her hands together earnestly, and said with utmost seriousness, "Benefactor, I bow to you with great respect!"
Yi Luowa's eye twitched slightly. She stood up, looked at the girl, and asked, "Excuse me, Miss Hero, what kind of demon are you?"
