Qian Jin shrugged. Most of what he had read before was the life experiences of famous warriors, including who the rulers were that time, how they fought and what their well-known fighting techniques were. But they had said nothing about dance parties. How could he know it?
"How can you call yourself a Punitive Expedition Academy student if you can't dance?"
A sulky voice which was full of arrogance and hostility drifted over. Qian Jin gently sighed. It was familiar and annoying.
In a pale yellow magic robe, Abela still had those four squires followed behind! But on her face, there was no fear anymore.
Looking at the provoking face, Qian Jin took a deep breath. Didn't the daughter of the vice president of the Crystal Magic Tower know how to spell 'dead'?
