Chapter 229 The Cold-Blooded World Destroyer 5 (2/2)

It's so soft.

It's like holding a piece of warm, soft jade; you're afraid of breaking it if you apply even the slightest pressure.

But that is absolutely no reason for him to be beaten.

He abruptly flung her hand away, as if burned, and took a half-step back. His molten gold pupils were filled with a raging storm, yet also mixed with an indescribable sense of dishevelment.

"You...are very good!"

"Very well! You're the first person who dared to lay a hand on me!"

You will pay for this slap!

Wen Zhaoye's voice was terrifyingly low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Since you'd rather stay in this broken cage... then I'll wait and see."

He sneered, and the space around him began to distort again, his figure gradually becoming blurry.

"I'll wait until you come begging to me, crying!"

"I hope your bones will remain as strong as they are now!"

His voice gradually faded into the air, leaving only a final warning. Before his figure completely disappeared, he reinforced the dormitory's defenses.

The energy quickly permeated the walls, ceiling, and floor of the dormitory.

The energy membrane of black light covered the entire room, and powerful protective laws were imprinted within it, instantly making this small dormitory exceptionally sturdy, probably even a missile might not be able to break through it.

The dormitory fell silent instantly, as if he had never been there.

Only a faint trace of cold air remained in the air, and her still numb palms proved that the brief conflict just now was not an illusion.

A few minutes later, Zi Xi's wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

She slowly raised the hand that had just hit someone, her fingertips still trembling slightly.

As my chaotic thoughts gradually settled, a previously overlooked detail suddenly popped into my mind.

Those golden eyes... Could that man be Wen Zhaoye?!

The male protagonist, Wen Zhaoye, who has an extremely high IQ and an antisocial personality disorder?

So... she just slapped Wen Zhaoye?

"hiss……"

Zi Xi gasped, a chill running down her spine and spreading throughout her body in an instant.

So she really did not only confront Wen Zhaoye directly, but also slap him?!

"This must be a dream."

Zi Xi fell back onto the bed, covering herself with despair.

Seeing that Zhou Zixi had fallen asleep after hitting him, the dark energy guarding the dormitory surged forth.

The dormitory space distorted again. Wen Zhaoye's gaze swept across the room, finally landing on the figure on the simple single bed, and he sneered.

As if he had thought of something, he used his power again.

The next second, several plush toys that almost took up half the bed appeared out of thin air.

The largest doll is a chibi-style black dragon that looks even a bit goofy, with a round body, a pair of small wings, big golden button eyes, and a dark red bow around its neck.

The other dolls are exactly the same, except they don't have bows.

Moreover, the aura emanating from these dolls is the same as that of Wen Zhaoye, carrying a powerful sense of protection.

Wen Zhaoye seemed a little uncomfortable and turned to leave.

Zi Xi, lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the black dragon dolls with completely different styles. Her feelings were so complicated that they were hard to describe.

She really couldn't keep up with this big shot's way of thinking.

This time, the boss didn't launch a surprise attack, and the room fell completely silent.

Zi Xi turned to the side and touched the ears of the little black dragon with a bow on them; they were surprisingly nice to touch.

Wen Zhaoye, who was also lying on the bed at the top of the tower, felt his ear tip being rubbed.

"That wretched woman... why are her hands so soft?"