Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Luo Xi looked at Lu Ye's back, and her heart beat faster involuntarily.

His tall figure cast a long shadow in the golden light.

The scene was strangely familiar. Memories flooded back. Five years ago, on that rainy day, she had stood before a young man in this same position. She was working at Uncle Chen's noodle shop at the time, and as she passed through an alley, she heard the sounds of a fight. Several thugs were surrounding a frail boy, punching and kicking him. Without a word, she called the police and took the injured boy to the hospital.

That young man was Lu Ye.

But for her, that was a year ago. Her one year felt like his five years. No wonder she had a sense of déjà vu when she saw the script for that scene on the set that afternoon.

Rosie's fingers gripped the seat tightly, and her chest felt sore.

Is this why he keeps protecting himself?

She looked at the back of Lu Ye's head, his hair swaying gently in the wind. At this moment, he was no longer the wounded boy with a stubborn look in his eyes. He had grown into a man who could stand in front of her...

Luo Xi felt as if her heart was being tugged at hard, and her eyes couldn't help but feel hot.

Dillon's golden pupils flashed dangerously, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Are you a creature from this plane?"

Lu Ye stood still, meeting his gaze firmly. His silence was more powerful than a thousand words, like an indestructible wall.

"What a weak and reckless creature!" Dillon's voice was filled with superior arrogance. He raised his slender fingers slightly, and golden light gathered at his fingertips, filling the air with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Luo Xi's heart ached. She rushed out of the car, her wood-type energy radiating a vibrant green light from her palms. She stood in front of Lu Ye, her hands forming a green energy barrier. But the fourth-level energy was like paper in front of Dillon.

Lu Ye turned his head and his eyes fell on Luo Xi. There was worry, guilt, and some unspeakable emotions in those eyes.

Luo Xi understood the determination in his eyes, and felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

"No!" Rosie screamed at the top of her lungs.

Golden light gathered in the air, and Rosie's heartbeat nearly stopped. Just as the deadly energy was about to pour down, a chill suddenly swept across the entire place.

A massive ice shield unfolded overhead, layers of glittering ice crystals reflecting a dazzling light. Complex runes emerged on the shield's surface, emitting a powerful defensive aura.

The cold air condensed into frost in the air, and ice flowers spread to the ground.

Long white hair fluttered in the night as two figures descended from the sky. Ling Yuan's slender figure stood in front, her red eyes burning with rage, and a powerful spiritual wave lingered around her. Xing Yu stood beside her, her amber pupils cold as ice, and the red spider lily mark between her eyebrows glowed with a cold light.

Luo Xi looked at the familiar figure, and her tense nerves finally relaxed.

Her eyes felt slightly hot and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Ling Yuan looked at Luo Xi, a gentle smile in his eyes. He dropped Xing Yu and instantly appeared in front of Luo Xi. His white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her figure was reflected in his red eyes.

"Did you miss me?" His slender fingers gently stroked her cheek, his voice low and sweet. Luo Xi's nose felt sore and she threw herself into his arms. The familiar scent of Ling Yuan enveloped her, making her eyes red.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Ling Yuan hugged her tighter, his fingertips gently combing her hair. Infinite pity welled up in his heart, and he wished he could hold her in his arms forever. Luo Xi rubbed against his chest, her tears soaking his clothes.

"Why did you come just now?" she cried.

Ling Yuan chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of her head: "Yes, yes, I was wrong, my princess."

His slender fingers stroked her hair, and his warm breath sprayed on her ear: "I will make amends. Tonight...Princess, you can do whatever you want to me."

Rosie felt the warmth from his chest, her cheeks burning, and she buried her flushed face in his arms. The faint sandalwood scent on his body made her feel at ease, but her heartbeat quickened because of the ambiguous gesture.

Lu Ye looked at the scene before him, his heart churning with shock. Two men with powerful auras, one elegant and calm, the other radiating coldness, with a strange mark between his eyebrows.

The way they looked at Rosie and the intimacy they showed to her showed at a glance that they had a close relationship.

His eyes swept over Xuanqi who had already stood up, only to see him standing silently by the side, as if such scenes were already commonplace.

and so.

They are all...

Lu Ye's mood at this moment was more complicated than ever before.

Before, he just thought that her saying that she had many boyfriends meant she was rejecting him.

I didn't expect it was all true.

At this time, Lu Ye had many questions in his mind.

Who is she and where does she come from?

What kind of world is that?

But now no one could answer him.

Xingyu looked at Lingyuan who unceremoniously threw the difficult problem to him and shook his head helplessly.

He walked forward slowly, with an imperceptible chill glimmering in his amber pupils.

"Oh, the High Priest of the Beast God Temple is showing up in person?" Dillon looked at Xingyu with a sinister look in his eyes, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth, "I really have a lot of face."

Xingyu pursed his lips, the red spider lily mark between his eyebrows glowing red. He wasn't good with words, but he wasn't a coward. Just as he was about to speak, an elegant chuckle came from behind him.

Fortunately, we have Ling Yuan, the strongest mouth, to take over.

The fox half-orc elegantly straightened his sleeves, his red eyes shimmering with sarcasm. "You're just a guard dog. What else can you do besides barking like a fool?"

"You!" Dillon was so angry that his vertical pupils almost turned into a thin line, but Ling Yuan didn't give him a chance to speak.

"But why did you become a single dog? Don't you guys in Tianqiong always like to take advantage of others in groups?"

This is a naked irony. The Sky Empire bullied the weak with its superior numbers last time at the First Military Academy.

Rosie burst out laughing.

Dillon's golden pupils blazed with rage. He suddenly raised his hand and condensed several golden blades. The blades pierced the air, but dissipated as they touched Ling Yuan within three feet of him.

A crystal clear ice shield stood in front of Luo Xi and Ling Yuan, blocking them tightly.

"With such limited skills, you dare to fight the High Priest of the Beast God Temple?" Ling Yuan chuckled, his fingers elegantly curling a strand of white hair. "I advise you to go back and train for another ten or eight years. Maybe you can wait until the High Priest is injured next time so that you can continue to take advantage of him."

Dillon's golden pupils burned with rage. He swung his slender fingers violently, and golden energy rushed towards Lingyuan like a sharp blade. The air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.