Chapter 16: The Origin of the 38th Parallel Line (4)
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"United we stand, divided we fall."
Indeed, Wu Congming's martial arts skills were unmatched, and the two of them were no match for her individually; however, when facing over a hundred students, she seemed to be at a loss.
Due to the large number of people in the back row and the great pressure, under wave after wave of impact, Wǔ Níng's center of gravity finally became unstable. She let out a loud cry: "It's all over—" and could only watch helplessly as her upper body tilted forward, slowly falling forward, while her feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, unable to escape in time.
Seeing that they were about to come into close contact with the ground, Wu Xing and Yu Cong tightly closed their eyes. It's all over! Behind them were hundreds of people, if they fell like this, it would only take 10 seconds for them to be trampled into a legendary human meat pie...
After 10 seconds:
Wu Ningmo still had her eyes closed, but how come there were no footprints on her back? How didn't it hurt?
She curiously opened her eyes, and a magnified handsome face squeezed into her line of sight: Is this big brother too handsome to be reasonable? The clearly defined cheekbones had no excess flesh, the firm chin, the sexy red lips were tightly pursed, the high nose bridge, those eyes known as the window to the soul were absolutely one-of-a-kind, the dark green pupils seemed to have a magical power, and the gaze emanating from them showed an overbearing aura of supremacy...
The more I look at him, the more I feel that something is off. Why does this handsome guy look more and more familiar? How can he look more and more like that cold and icy Dongfang Zhao?...
The fact is, it's not just like that, it's completely like that, okay?
He opened his mouth and exposed his true nature: "Idiot!" Just two words deeply stimulated Wu Xingmo. In this world, there would never be a second person who could turn a scene that should have been grateful into resentment! Yes, the unruly guy in front of him was Dongfang Zhaozi!
The words of gratitude that had just filled her heart disappeared in an instant. She forced herself to swallow the two words "thank you" and continued to glare at Dongfang Zhao with resentment. What a waste of such a handsome face, what a pity for such a beautiful mouth, can't your words be pleasant for once? Why do you have to be so venomous? Will you die if you don't put on airs?
Just as Wǔ Níng was drawing circles in her heart, that devil-like boy's voice rose again: "How much longer do you want to stay in my arms?"
The originally pleasant sound was ringing in Wu Cong's ears, why was it so piercing? Lai? This word was the most hated by Wu Cong, because "lai" was the "lai" of a leecher, meaning nothing more unpleasant, obviously inviting dislike but unaware, having a thick skin.
"You think I want to?"
