She nodded and exclaimed admiringly, "Just as terrible as your Chinese, Joan of Arc."
With her blonde hair tied neatly into a ponytail behind her, the girl named Joan of Arc reached out to skillfully help the young female remove the thin veil tied around her neck, then, setting it aside, she began to help her undress.
"That dead woman really pisses me off."
As she undid her clothes, cloaking her body in a black fog to prevent any indecent exposure, the young female gritted her teeth and said,
"If she can't beat me, she runs; if she can't escape, she plays dirty; who the hell taught her to smash my physical body with Rootless Water? Doesn't she know that Drought Demons hate nothing more than Rootless Water? What if it messes up my period—will she perform blood clotting for me then?"
"Respected Yun, you're a Zombie; you don't have periods."
