Like a depth charge, Xiuli suddenly crashed into the lake, splashing countless waters, and at this moment Roman was doing the same thing as Xiuli just now - halftime.

Seeing the water explode in front of him, Roman felt the icy water splash against him, drenching his sweaty scalp and fluffy silver hair.

Roman took a quiet sip of water and looked at the rippling surface of the lake, dripping from his fallen silver hair and dripping on his white robe, which had turned gray after guarding all day.

There were violent ripples on the surface of the lake, and the human heads that appeared in the lake caught Roman a little off guard. The Adam's apple in his throat stopped, and he saw Huri crawl ashore in embarrassment with the help of Master Shambhala, and Xiuli walked away without even seeing his enemy.

It seems that Xiuli's opponent destroyed his spirit.

Roman swallowed the water, the water mixed with his viscous saliva became lubricated and slid down his throat, a premonition boiling in his head, and his gaze began to lock on to the people around him.

The Champion was knocked down, and the Challenger should be nearby.

Roman suddenly stood up, and Shambhala's mage thought he was ready for his next ring match.

"Where is the highest terrace!" Therefore, in order to have a wider field of vision, in addition to opening the corners of people's original eyes, another way is to stand on a high place. He likes to stand on a high place because he can see it all.

"You've got the ring!" Master Shambhala was knocked out of the way by Roman.

"I haven't forgotten that stupid ring." However, in his mind, he suddenly wanted to know who was the person who had directly destroyed Xiuli's pride?

Defeat and destruction are two different things.

Just as Roman suddenly looked for the high ground to look into the distance, Teresa happened to walk under his eyelids, and the dazzling red hair could catch someone's eye wherever he was.

Roman froze, silently watching through his night vision goggles as the blood on Teresa's face swept under his eyes. This must have been Roman's rare quiet looker, he looked at her with a little unsteady footsteps, as if there was a wound on her foot, and her braid flicked like the tail needle of a scorpion to confuse its prey.

"Theresa." He spoke as if he had been bewildered, he had never asked her name, but he had been sent by the devil.

Theresa stopped, the last thing she wanted was for anyone to see her - dirty and embarrassed. But it is undeniable that she did not fall into the lake, because then she could be brave enough to turn her head and face the man.

This voice is really magical.

"I'm just surprised that you know me." She chuckled sideways, and Teresa smiled as a courtesy. Even though he knew that this smile was emotionless and just a modification of the curvature of his face, he still felt that this curvature was a delicate arc, she was like a delicate thing, and every inch of her body was elaborate and chic.

"It's not hard to know your name." At night, there was moonlight, Roman propped his hands on the handrail of the stairs, his hair wet against his forehead, the texture of the white robe on his body glowed white, looking at Teresa who showed his side face.

She didn't answer, just nodded slightly, and made a hand gesture with him in return, and he saw her fingers slowly fall and then gently lift, the picture was as deliberate as slow motion.

He had just been waiting anxiously for what this sharp-toothed woman would say...... Roman's mouth moved.

"Hey, you challenged Xiuli." He almost forgot his purpose, he said.

“…… How do you know. Teresa remembered that Huley had been helped away by Shambhala, and Roman should not be able to see Huley here. So how did he guess it. Hearing the faint confusion in her voice, Roman suddenly realized that confusing Teresa would bring him a lot of satisfaction.

"A lot of things are not hard to know." He knew that he had a show-off element in his heart when he said this, and Roman was a person who dared to face his inferiority.

"Then you really ...... It's amazing. Theresa replied to him without being salty. This sentence was like a hallucinogen, quietly piercing Roman's heart, not hurting and even causing him an unspeakable mood swing. As a result, Teresa's unintentional words became a mental hallucinogen, which was firmly circling in Roman's mind.

You, very, great.

Although Roman knew himself, at this moment he did not know how to describe his mood or explain his actions.

He thinks it's incomprehensible.

……

Teresa pressed her wound against a cotton ball of alcohol in the mirror, the bruises on her knees that would not heal in three days, and she had already submitted her hard-earned score to Shambhala for verification.

Lying on the bed, she couldn't recall the details of her battle against Xiuli, she could always quickly remember Roman standing on the high terrace and talking to her. She has no way of knowing how her name has gotten around, and she can guarantee that she's a low-key person, so Roman learns her name in just a few meetings, much to Teresa's bother.

It made her feel so insecure.

If you think about it with empathy, does Roman have done the same thing as himself?

In order to increase the success rate of her challenge to Xiuli, Teresa should be said to know Xiuli quite well, in her eyes Xiuli is not only what kind of student, but also what kind of character he is, it is obvious that Xiuli can't calm down, although Roman is more like a crazy person in daily life, but from Roman's ring match - he is more cool than Xiuli.

From the honor roll, Teresa knew that Xiuli's strength and magic scores were very tight, because he was not much different from the chaser. But from the point of view of the Colorless Tower, Roman's grades are as stimulating as a slippery slope, both good and bad, and he seems to disdain to hide his dislike for certain subjects.

It just doesn't matter, it's fearless.

Roman is not a character to ponder, it should be a nightmare for his character, because he has too many character traits that present great contradictions in themselves.

Theresa rolled over, her mind full of confused thoughts. She was now suffering from back pain, and she was still concentrating on other things.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Why is she exploring Roman's character? Theresa frowned.

It's going crazy.

Theresa let out a long sigh, closed her eyes, and began to try to imagine herself as the ocean. Gradually, Teresa's spirits began to relax, and she heard the distant sound of the tide, the cool breeze of the waves crashing against the beach. When Theresa fell into a chaos, she was suddenly speeding out of the ocean, she was suddenly pulled by Lanzer's hand and ran into the building, she looked at the rapidly passing window beside her and saw the charred edge, which was probably the Red Tower.

Teresa thought in her sleep.

Suddenly, Lanzer stopped pulling her back, "Don't go to the front." Lanzerim said that Teresa in her sleep did not want to deal with her.

"Roman is looking at the Hall of Fame." Lanzer added, and Teresa suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing straight to her head.

She suddenly grabbed Lan Ze in her dream, regardless of Lan Ze's obstruction, rushed through the corner, and there was no Roman thorn in front of her, only a dazzling white light.

Teresa woke up violently, this feeling of being played by a dream was terrible!

Theresa touched the thin sweat floating on her neck, and she knew that what she faintly felt was not something she had imagined, it might have happened!

"Ahh Theresa screamed angrily, she knew that Roman might have gone to the Red Tower to take a look, and it felt terrible to be scrutinized.

Early in the morning, the pigeon was frightened by Theresa, who had a nightmare and got up early, and listened to the angry screams in the room, and the pigeon fluttered its wings uneasily.