Chapter 8: Being Teased (2)

Long Ying spun around to give chase, leaping with lightness, her toes brushing against the tips of the leaves. After much effort, she finally caught up to the hem of the white-clad man's robes. With a flick of her wrist, Long Ying snapped the Nine-Section Kirin Whip out with a "pata" sound, finally blocking the man's path.

The white-clad man was startled; he hadn't expected anyone in this world to actually be able to keep up with his pace! This woman truly seemed far from simple.

Raising his head slightly, the white-clad man began to scrutinize Long Ying closely.

She had a slender figure, with a snow-white fur fox draped around her neck. Upon the woman's gorgeous face, which was as radiant as snow, sat a pair of starry eyes—enchanting like a demon fox, yet proud like a divine phoenix. It seemed that a single glance could suck one's very soul away. She possessed boundless charm.

Seeing that Long Ying was still prepared to continue her aggression against him, the white-clad man did not retreat, but instead advanced. Just as he was about to collide with her body, the white-clad man actually vanished directly in front of her!

In the next instant, a powerful large palm wrapped around Long Ying's waist, while his other hand grabbed one of her long legs and lifted it high. He forced her body into a half-rotation, ultimately forming a pose of a split handstand, exposing her curves in their entirety. The temptation was boundless.

"Not only is the person interesting, but the figure is excellent as well," the man's low, magnetic voice rang in her ear.

It caused Long Ying's entire body to shudder, as if an electric current had surged through her. Such a strange sensation had only occurred in her previous life...

This bastard was actually taking liberties with her!

With eyes flashing in fury, Long Ying glared at the white-clad man who was gradually returning to his true form beside her, and rebuked harshly, "Rogue! Let go!"

"Alright," the white-clad man replied lightheartedly, and he truly let go right there at the treetop!

Unable to maintain her balance, Long Ying's body instantly plummeted. Falling from a treetop several meters high would surely result in a gruesome death if she hit the ground...

"Help! I'm going to fall to my death..."

A-Li, hanging around Long Ying's neck, let out a miserable cry and squeezed her eyes shut; her fox face turned whiter than her fur from fright.

However, Long Ying's expression remained calm. In just a single breath, she adjusted the direction of her body. Her feet delivered dozens of rapid kicks against the tree trunk, instantly allowing her to use the momentum to fly toward the side.

Just as she was about to land safely, Long Ying sensed that the white-clad man was playing his invisibility tricks again!

At the final moment, Long Ying abruptly raised her hand and threw out a burst of dazzling spiritual energy. That powerful strength forced even the white-clad man to temporarily evade its edge.

By the time Long Ying stood steadily before the white-clad man.

The white-clad man was momentarily stunned. Realizing that the battle qi had just been released by the woman before him, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a meaningful smile: "Woman, you are a rare talent. How about I take you to get appraised?"

Hearing this, Long Ying knit her brows slightly, her gaze sweeping over the man with a hint of suspicion.

"First, tell me, what is your name?"

"You may call me Xuanyuan Wudao."

Upon hearing this name, for some reason, Long Ying's heart suddenly jolted. It felt as if it were an incredibly momentous name. However, at this moment, Long Ying could not recall exactly who this person was.

The corners of Xuanyuan Wudao's lips curled upward slightly as he asked with a light laugh, "Then, what is your name?"

"I do not change my name, nor do I change my surname. Long Ying!"

As she spoke, Long Ying raised her head, her gorgeous little face full of confident radiance. Although she had transmigrated, fortunately, her name after transmigration was still Long Ying. Perhaps this was what was called fate.