Bloodline Suppression! Sir, Are You... From the Nether God Race? (4)

It was planted in his soul but it was extremely secretive and hard to discover.

In an instant, Nicola's expression changed multiple times. She looked at Wang Teng with a complicated expression.

She knew that she was bewitched. She couldn't resist this fellow anymore.

This was ironic.

She didn't expect that as the genius of her tribe, she would be conquered by someone using this method.

A bitter smile appeared at the edge of her lips.

The world was unpredictable!

Her arrogance in the past was completely crushed in front of this fellow.

Nicola was unconvinced but the truth was right in front of her. There was no point in being unconvinced.

The winner takes all. It was too late to say anything.

Suddenly, she regretted having a trace of curiosity towards this fellow that she shouldn't have and inviting him over for a night chat. Look, she shot herself in the foot. It hurt!