Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 649 Beauty Trap

There was no earth-shattering energy explosion, no world-destroying collision of laws.

It didn't even stir up a single extra ripple of energy.

A gentle yet vast power silently spread out, instantly enveloping this space!

The giant ice beast, which was staggering backward, felt a warm, powerful yet incredibly gentle force steadily supporting its massive body.

All the impact, inertia, and even gravity were instantly and quietly dissipated, as if it had sunk into a warm and solid cloud, its shape being gently straightened.

Yinglong felt as if his dragon claws had been pushed into the waves of a vast ocean, and all the power was gently but firmly swallowed up and vanished into nothingness the instant it touched them.

An irresistible, gentle force lightly pushed aside her dragon claws, yet without the slightest hostility.

What could have been a world-destroying battle was brought to a standstill by this casual gesture, ending in silence.

The Icefield Behemoth and Yinglong froze in place, turning their heads in unison, their gazes fixed on the tiny figure in blue robes who exuded the aura of a creator god.

The entire space fell silent.

The wind stopped, the clouds gathered, and time seemed to freeze.

Everyone was petrified, staring dumbfounded at the unbelievable scene in the sky, their minds completely blank.

Mu... Mu Flying Cudgel?

What...what did he just do?!

It's one thing to be able to ignore the Dragon God's pressure and take off directly from the spot, after all, he just gained the "favor of the Dragon Soul" and successfully advanced to the peak of the Battle Emperor.

But... he gently waved his hand... and separated the two ancient behemoths that were fighting.

This is too ridiculous!

That was Yinglong, the creature beside the Creator God, an existence surpassing even the gods! How could a mere War Emperor so easily deflect His attack?

The grandparents of the Holy Light Knights trembled, "Flying Rod, Flying Rod, he..."

They suspected they might have Alzheimer's disease and were experiencing hallucinations.

The Lan brothers were completely dumbfounded.

"Brother Flying Stick has given us one shock after another."

Hua Xiange stared intently at the figure high in the sky.

If the appearance of the Icefield Beast had only stirred a small flame of doubt in his heart, then the completely illogical, almost rule-level power that Mu Feigun was displaying at this moment completely confirmed his crazy yet increasingly clear guess.

"It's her...no wonder..."

"How could I... should have thought of this sooner..."

He murmured to himself, and all the strange throbbing, inexplicable concern, and even those inexplicable bittersweet emotions that arose in his heart because of "Mu Fei Gun" finally found their only answer at this moment.

It turns out that, from beginning to end, the only person who could so deeply move his heart was that one person.

“Flying Stick classmate… he…” Hua Yan’er looked up at the figure, her eyes filled with infatuation, and whispered softly.

She knew that Flying Stick was a hidden talent, but she never expected him to be like this... a godlike figure!

She suddenly remembered how she had naively thought of taking him in as her husband's wife and protecting him under her wings... Thinking about it now, her cheeks couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Why would a student who throws sticks need her protection?

Even... her father had previously opposed it because of the difference in their strength... A faint light suddenly shone in Hua Yan'er's eyes.

Given the strength that Fei Gun has shown so far, what reason does his father have to refuse?

She was lost in thought when her brother's voice suddenly rang out beside her, carrying a hint of tension: "Yan'er, what are you thinking about?"

Hua Yan'er suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing that her thoughts had drifted off into the distance.

However, the cold reality soon followed—she suddenly remembered that she had long since lost the right to discuss marriage with her classmate, Fei Gun.

"I...I was just daydreaming," she hurriedly lowered her head, hiding the disappointment in her eyes, her voice light and airy, "Don't worry, brother, I won't bother Fei Gun. He has Ying Linlin, and that...beautiful white-haired girl..."

Hua Xiange staggered slightly, and then looked at her younger sister with a deep, wistful gaze, a hint of shared sorrow flashing in her eyes.

“Yan’er,” he said in a low voice, “some people are like the bright moon in the sky, destined to be admired but never touched.”

He raised his head, his gaze once again falling on that figure so close yet so far, his expression a complex mix of emotions.

“I understand, brother,” Hua Yan’er replied softly, forcing a smile. “Being able to quietly watch the moon, I am already… very happy.”

“Who…isn’t it?” Hua Xiange’s voice was barely audible, carrying the same sense of melancholy.

Hua Yan'er was taken aback by his words and looked at her brother in surprise. Could it be... that her brother also had someone he longed for but could not have, someone as radiant as the bright moon?

The brother and sister looked at each other in silence, and finally let out a silent sigh before turning their gazes back to the sky.

Yinglong looked at the young man in blue robes opposite him in astonishment.

Somewhat angry: "I bestowed upon you the favor of the Dragon God, not so that you could oppose me."

But I also had some doubts.

Even if I have bestowed my favor upon him, this young man should not so easily dismiss my attack.

"who are you!"

Looking at her like this, Qin Youyou sighed, "Still haven't remembered?"

Bingbing transformed back into human form, crossed her arms, still angry: "Obviously not."

Qin Youyou felt helpless. Perhaps because the ruins were of the same rank as her, she couldn't make her words law. Her authority had not yet been fully restored.

Otherwise, getting this guy to regain his memories would be a simple matter of a word.

There's really no other way...

"Let's beat her up, let's both beat her up together!" Bingbing clenched her fair fist.

Yinglong eyed the two men warily, as if facing a formidable enemy: "I suspect you have ulterior motives."

"You idiot!" Bingbing snapped.

Qin Youyou didn't explain further. She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing mysterious paths in the air, as if plucking invisible strings.

The space rippled silently.

The next moment, four tall, upright figures with distinct temperaments lined up beside her like a meticulously arranged painting.

Ling Yi's gentleness is like warm jade in spring, Ling Er's purity is like a fawn in the forest, and Ling Si's aloofness is like lonely snow on a cold mountain...

And Ling San...

Qin Youyou glanced at Ling San in surprise, unsure, then rubbed her eyes and looked again.

Who is this stunningly beautiful woman who is 1.9 meters tall, wearing high heels and a high-slit fiery red dress, with a voluptuous figure and an arrogant expression?

Although it suited her aesthetic perfectly, Qin Youyou pressed her temples, reluctantly saying, "Change back."

Ling San stumbled in her high heels, gritting her teeth, "Damn it, are you going to make me turn into a man again for this stupid dragon?"

"Again?" Qin Youyou asked in surprise.

Despite his complaints, Ling San huffed and puffed as he transformed back into his handsome form.

A pair of untamed eyes, defiant as a pine tree on a cliff.

Four distinct and unparalleled styles suddenly bloom.

However, the corners of the mouths of the four of them twitched almost imperceptibly, and their eyes showed a hint of fear and avoidance towards Yinglong.

If it weren't for Youyou's orders, they wouldn't have flaunted themselves in front of this infatuated dragon, since her Azure Dragon husband would have chased after them and beaten them up if he found out.

Qin Youyou was dissatisfied: "You four, give me a smile."

The four of them froze, forcing out smiles that looked more like cries.

Qin Youyou's expression hardened. "Doesn't this look a bit like a popular young actor encountering a stalker fan?"