286. Setting one's own deathtrap_3

"It's all your fault; why do you have to be so nice to me. Hmph, you're so annoying."

Denise Green huffed indignantly, twisting her slender waist and peach-like hips as she stomped out of the room.

Noland Lee was somewhat dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Why did she suddenly get angry?

Noland Lee conjured a big question mark in his mind.

Before he could ponder further, the magic fog outside the window began to churn.

A water stream, glowing with an aquamarine radiance, unimpededly pierced through the magic fog, shooting straight towards the house where Noland Lee was.

Noland Lee quickly adjusted the effect of his "Disguise as a Living Corpse" disguise, struggling to make himself look half-dead again.

But he was still a beat too slow...

The water stream had come straight through a gap in the window, bypassing the main entrance...

Selena's figure appeared within the flickering water light.

She had removed the water-blue battle robe and reverted to wearing a liquid robe.