Chapter 202: Number One on the Charm Ranking.
This extreme contrast is incredibly powerful for women, almost like a nuclear bomb.
But that's not all.
The light and shadow on the sky shifted once more.
This time.
The background became somewhat dark, exuding a sense of oppression.
It was a secret room.
Bibi Dong's face was pale, and a trace of black blood hung from the corner of her mouth. She was clearly seriously injured and her breath was weak.
She leaned against the corner of the wall, her purple robe slightly disheveled.
His eyes revealed a sense of despair and loneliness.
That vulnerability was something no one had ever seen in the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
Just then.
Lu Ming walked in.
He didn't say anything, but simply walked up to Bibi Dong and squatted down.
Bibi Dong instinctively wanted to push him away, wanting to maintain her last shred of dignity.
But Lu Ming forcefully grabbed her wrist.
No resistance allowed.
Immediately afterwards.
A soft white light shone from Lu Ming's palm.
He gently placed his hand on Bibi Dong's back.
Light surged.
It dispelled the darkness and also dispelled the gloom in Bibi Dong's eyes.
Lu Ming frowned slightly, looking at Bibi Dong's injuries, a clear look of heartache flashing in his eyes.
He raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from Bibi Dong's mouth with his sleeve.
The movements were incredibly gentle.
Bibi Dong's body trembled.
Those phoenix eyes, which were always filled with majesty and coldness, were now red.
She stopped struggling and slowly leaned against Lu Ming's shoulder.
He closed his eyes.
It's like a traveler who has wandered for half his life finally finding a safe harbor.
In the scene, Lu Ming is channeling soul power with one hand and gently patting her back with the other.
It's like comforting a wounded child.
This scene.
Hu Liena, standing atop the city wall, was moved to tears.
She knows best how much her teacher has suffered over the years.
That lofty papal throne was actually built with countless pains and tears.
The teacher's heart was filled with hatred.
But now.
In Lu Ming's arms, the teacher finally let down her guard.
She finally seems like a woman with flesh and blood.
Before everyone could recover from the emotion they felt,
The scene changes for the third time.
This time, it was a world of ice and snow.
The cold wind howled, and the snow fell heavily.
A graceful figure in blue is practicing swordplay in the snow.
That's Shui Bing'er from Tianshui Academy.
Her figure was graceful, but her swordsmanship seemed a bit clumsy, and she almost slipped several times.
Lu Ming stood to the side, holding a pot of wine in his hand.
I watched for a while.
He shook his head and put down the wine jug.
With a flash, he appeared behind Shui Bing'er.
He reached out and grasped Shui Bing'er's wrist, which was holding the sword, from behind.
His chest pressed against her back.
The two were very close.
Shui Bing'er froze completely, her originally fair face instantly turning bright red, even her ears burning.
Lu Ming, however, did not seem to care about any of this.
He held Shui Bing'er's hand and led her to swing her sword.
"That's not how you use a sword."
Although they couldn't hear the words, everyone could read them from Lu Ming's lip movements.
then.
The sword flashed.
The swirling snow was cleaved in two by this sword strike, revealing a road leading to the heavens.
One sword opens the gates of heaven.
Shui Bing'er stared blankly at this scene.
Lu Ming released her hand and gently tidied her wind-blown temples.
He looked down at her.
His eyes held a mixture of encouragement and appreciation.
That warm, gentle smile was enough to melt away the millennia-old snow of this far north.
...
Tranquil.
The entire Jialing Pass battlefield fell into a brief silence.
Then.
It was a complete outburst.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
"I can't do it! I really can't!"
"Why! Why isn't Lord Lu Ming mine?!"
Within the Spirit Empire's camp, the female spirit masters have completely gone mad.
They are usually quite reserved.
They are also arrogant.
Countless female soul masters went mad.
But under the impact of this series of images, all restraint and arrogance vanished.
Who could resist a man like that?
To outsiders, he exudes domineering power and is decisive in killing; he can single-handedly withstand a million soldiers.
At home, he is gentle and meticulous, capable of drawing eyebrows and healing wounds for his beloved.
This is simply the ultimate fantasy for all women!
"I want to have Lu Ming's babies!!"
I don't know who shouted it first.
Immediately afterwards, similar shouts rose and fell, echoing through the sky.
"I want to have children too! I want to have a whole litter!"
"Lord Lu Ming, look at me! I don't mind being your concubine!"
"I'd be willing to be a maid just to stay by Lord Lu Ming's side!"
Even the commoner women who originally supported the Heavenly Dou Empire blushed and their hearts raced as they looked at Lu Ming on the sky.
position?
Even one's stance can waver in the face of absolute beauty and charm.
If the invaders looked like this...
It seems that it's not entirely unacceptable?
On the Shrek Seven Devils' side.
The atmosphere became extremely strange.
The sadness and fear that had permeated the air following Ma Hongjun's death were now somewhat diluted by a strange and enchanting atmosphere.
Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the sky.
Her hands were tightly clasped together, and her knuckles were turning white.
As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she had seen countless talented young men.
Whether it's her deceased fiancé or Oscar by her side.
She used to think they were all pretty good.
But now.
Compared to that man dressed in white, teaching swordsmanship in the snow.
It was as if fireflies were vying with the bright moon for brilliance.
They're not even on the same level.
"He...can be this gentle too?"
Ning Rongrong asked herself this question in her heart.
Lu Ming's methods of killing were so cruel and ruthless.
Yet, in the picture, he appears so affectionate.
If you get injured yourself...
Would he also hold himself like this, trying to heal his wounds?
The moment the thought popped into her head, Ning Rongrong was startled.
Even now, with the rain pouring down and the cold rain hitting my face.
She could still feel her cheeks burning.
It was terribly hot.
Damn it!
Ning Rongrong, what are you thinking!
Those are the enemy! The demon who killed Ma Hongjun!
But...
He's so handsome.
Ning Rongrong subconsciously glanced at Lu Ming himself in the distance.
Just then, Lu Ming was also slightly turning his head.
The perfect profile, illuminated by the golden light, appeared even more sacred and inviolable.
Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat.
She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any further.
She was afraid that if she looked at it again, she would scream like those female soul masters.
On the other side...
Xiao Wu, who had been in a daze, now had a glazed look in her eyes.
Her soul has not fully recovered, and she is often in a dazed state.
But the intuition of spirit beasts is the most acute.
She could sense the aura emanating from the man.
That aura was dangerous.
Yet it possesses a fatal attraction.
It's like a moth drawn to a flame.
Knowing that they would die, they still couldn't help but want to get closer.
(End of chapter)