The loft suffused with cold air, yet the Martial God smelled a swirling dark fragrance, a scent that he was all too familiar with, having encountered it not long ago at the lakeside villa.
He lifted the pitch-black wooden sword, its edge aimed at the woman standing at the entrance of the loft.
In the night, her red hair flowed like flames.
"We meet again, don't we."
Chen Jing lifted a slim finger, playing with a strand of hair by her face, her eyes dancing with a smile: "Isn't this our famous Mr. Lu?"
At this moment, Lu Bu'er felt quite surprised, for he was operating within a Dark Matter Body, and in principle, he shouldn't have been recognizable. Although he didn't rule out the possibility that some special method in this world could reveal his true form, he still wanted to keep up the pretense.
After all, the less he exposed to this wicked woman, the better.
"Human, what are you talking about?"
No sooner had he spoken than a snapping sound rang out.
