Dee Shaw pinched her chin thoughtfully, "Oh—so that's what's going on..."
Jill Young pinched her chin thoughtfully, "Oh—so that's the effect after things got back to normal..."
Pierce's eyes streamed with tears as he sobbed, "We, No One Under Heaven, finally have a proper poster girl!"
Pure Lord struck a thinking pose: "Now that you mention it, I've noticed too. When it comes to the number and quality of girls, our No One Under Heaven is second to none. But why does it always feel like a pure macho camp?"
"Yeah, yeah, I feel the same way," Pierce also struck a thinking pose. "But why is that, exactly?"
Lazy Doctor yawned, "Probably because all the girls in your gang are just too much like pure macho men."
"Oh!" Pierce and Pure Lord slapped their palms, "That's it!" But right after, the three suddenly felt a chilly shadow behind them, making them break out in a cold sweat. Turning around, they saw Dee Shaw's hair moving in an invisible wind, her fists cracking as she approached, face shrouded in shadow: "What do you mean by that, you idiots? Care to explain yourselves..."
Ignoring the four over there putting on a full-on brawl, Jill Young had two people standing in front of her.
One was two meters tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, with a face like a real-life Mr. Strongman. Just by looks alone, he was intense—tough to the core, the perfect pick for a Terminator or Predator role. If this guy had been at Thermopylae, even Xerxes might've thought twice before making a move.
The other was about 1.65 meters tall, slender and graceful, with long black hair, delicate brows, and big watery eyes—just looking at her could melt your heart. Every smile, every frown, every tiny expression was perfectly timed and flawless. If Emperor Tang had seen her, Yang Guifei would've been stuck at home, never getting a second glance.