At the edge of the deck of the Weihu Battleship, a young woman held a mobile phone to her ear with one hand, and irritably placed her other hand on her hip, displaying a huffing expression on her face.
Her eyes were not very big but were clear and expressive. Her nose was as round and cute as polished jade, and her delicate mouth was pressed together firmly. Even the most critical men had to admit that she was a beauty, quite unlike the grim visage of a ghastly demon.
But to Yan Yu at the other end, the screen lighting up with "Ningning extends a voice invitation to you," as well as the urgent ringing of the mobile phone, felt almost like a death call from hell.
However, it didn't matter.
What does the strongest fear from hell? Watch me employ the compassion of a bodhisattva and the tactics of an Arhat to save all these evil spirits!
Yan Yu calmly answered the call, only to immediately hear Lin Ning's forceful voice: