Chapter 188 The Third Place on the Gold List Revealed.
Qian Renxue spoke.
The sound was crisp and clear, tinged with undisguised smugness.
Lu Ming looked at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his eyes with a languid expression.
"What do you see?"
Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow and stepped forward.
At this distance, the golden armor belonging to the angels was so intricate and ancient that one could even see the patterns on it clearly.
Third place.
She held up three fair, jade-like fingers and waved them in front of Lu Ming.
"It's third place."
"A head higher than some people's fourth place."
Anyone who isn't deaf can hear the tension in those words.
Bibi Dong, who was standing to the side, paused.
She took a deep breath, her full chest heaving violently, but she managed to suppress her urge to lash out.
Although that palm strike didn't damage her foundation, it certainly made her lose face.
If she were to argue with this girl now, it would only make her, as the mother, seem petty.
Seeing Bibi Dong remain silent in frustration, Qian Renxue's smile deepened.
She took another half step closer, almost standing right next to Lu Ming.
"Hello."
"That shameless woman just now tried to get you to test your skills, but you ended up hitting her."
"Now I am in third place, and I am also the inheritor of the Angel God, so my strength has greatly improved."
At this point, Qian Renxue blinked her pale purple eyes, and her originally holy temperament revealed a hint of cunning and charm that she had never shown before.
"Lu Ming, would you like to test my strength too?"
"I guarantee that my skills are much better than that old woman's."
As soon as he said that, the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees.
Not far away, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had already buried their heads in their crotches, wishing they could bury themselves in the ground.
Is this something they can hear?
This is a battleground between the young master and the pope!
Lu Ming looked at the woman in front of him who was trying so hard to show off and couldn't help but laugh.
He raised his hand.
Qian Renxue instinctively tried to dodge, thinking that Lu Ming was going to slap her again like he had slapped Bibi Dong earlier.
His body was tense, and his soul power surged.
But she didn't actually back down; instead, there was a hint of expectation in her eyes.
So what if I get hit?
He touched himself.
However, the anticipated attack did not occur.
Lu Ming's hand gently landed on the wings on her back.
It was not a physical feather, but rather a pure condensation of divine light and soul power, warm to the touch with a strange, tingling sensation.
"Um..."
Qian Renxue's body trembled violently, and a suppressed groan escaped her lips.
That originally pure and proud face was instantly flushed with a blush that spread all the way to her ears.
The wings of an angelic martial soul are where the essence of the body's soul power gathers, and they are also the most sensitive part of the body.
Even she herself wouldn't dare to touch it casually during her usual cultivation.
"you..."
Qian Renxue's legs went weak, and the momentum she had been forcing herself to maintain instantly dissipated by more than half.
She tried to push Lu Ming away, but she couldn't muster any strength.
"Nice coat color."
Lu Ming gently ran his fingers along the patterns on the wings, as if petting a golden retriever with its fur standing on end.
"It feels much better to the touch than that purple spider leg from before."
Qian Renxue was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
But upon hearing this, my heart felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey.
Is it better to handle than the spider leg one?
That's for sure!
She's a holy angel!
"That...that's for sure."
Qian Renxue suppressed the strange electric sensation, biting her lip as she looked at Lu Ming with brimming eyes.
"If you like..."
"When we're alone, I can let you touch me more often."
"But we need to deal with that annoying guy Tang San first."
Lu Ming withdrew his hand, his fingertips still retaining a faint warmth from the light.
"It's only a matter of time before we deal with him."
"But your outfit..."
Lu Ming looked Qian Renxue up and down in her golden palace dress.
Her skirt trailed on the ground, and the sash was extremely tight, perfectly accentuating her slender waist and highlighting the breathtaking curve of her chest.
"What? Doesn't it look good?"
Qian Renxue nervously glanced down.
This was specially made overnight by the best tailor of the Spirit Hall for her upcoming battle. It was both dignified and, at the same time, subtly clever.
"It looks good."
Lu Ming stroked his chin and commented in a serious tone.
"It's just that the neckline is a bit too high."
"If it were three inches lower, the value of this third place would increase even further."
Qian Renxue was taken aback, then realized what he was talking about.
Her face flushed even more, almost as if it were bleeding.
You! You scoundrel!
She glared at Lu Ming reproachfully, but wasn't really angry. Instead, she lowered her head and gestured to indicate that she should go three inches lower.
If that's the case... wouldn't everything be exposed?
This man was definitely up to no good!
"Cough cough!"
Just as the two were flirting without a care in the world, a loud cough came from the side.
Bibi Dong finally couldn't stand it anymore.
She strode forward, the sound of her scepter striking the ground exceptionally clear.
"Thousand-foot Snow".
"With a formidable enemy at hand, you, as the young master of the Spirit Hall, not only fail to devise a strategy to repel the enemy, but instead... you're here seducing men!"
"What kind of behavior is this!"
Bibi Dong wore a stern face, exuding papal majesty.
But Qian Renxue had just been praised by Lu Ming, so why would she be afraid of her?
She turned around, folded her wings, crossed her arms over her chest, and raised her chin even higher than before.
"seduce?"
"Sister, we should speak from the heart."
She deliberately didn't call out "Mother" or "Pope," but instead called out "Sister" with a sarcastic tone.
"Who was that just now, wearing close-fitting clothes and breathing so sweetly?"
"I call this normal emotional communication."
"Besides, it's a fact that Lu Ming likes my wings and doesn't like your spider legs."
"That's just jealousy."
Bibi Dong Qi Jie.
envy?
Would a dignified Rakshasa goddess be jealous of a little girl?
"I'm afraid you'll be taken advantage of and end up helping others count the money!"
Bibi Dong said coldly.
Her gaze, however, involuntarily drifted toward Lu Ming.
"Lu Ming, you too."
"What's so good about a little girl who hasn't fully grown up yet?"
"She doesn't understand anything, all she does is act cute and silly."
"Don't spoil her too much."
As she spoke, she subtly moved closer to Lu Ming, blocking half of Qian Renxue's view.
That mature and alluring aura instantly diluted Qian Renxue's youthful and sacred feeling.
Lu Ming found it amusing to watch the two stunning beauties, one big and one small, vying for his attention.
If this gets out, all the Soul Masters on the continent will probably be shocked.
Two generations of empresses of the Spirit Hall fought each other on the city wall over a man.
"Alright."
At this moment, Gu Yuena, who had been silent all along, walked over.
She walked with a graceful gait, her silver hair fluttering in the wind.
There wasn't much anger in her pair of purple eyes; instead, they carried a calmness and composure unique to an empress.
(End of chapter)