Super God: Give the Demon Queen Trouble Every Day

"Hey, little ghost girl, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've started to pay attention to your appearance. You even changed your hairstyle. Are you trying to show off in front of me?"

Angel Leng looked at Yan opposite with a teasing and surprised look. Her long hair was now carefully groomed, adding a bit of gentleness and competence, becoming more feminine, which was very different from her previous image, making Leng couldn't help but take a few more glances.

When Yan heard Leng's words, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. It was not only because of the teasing on his hairstyle, but more because of Angel Leng's seemingly contemptuous name of "little ghost girl".

Especially when she remembered the last time she was kicked in the butt by the angel in the battle, she wanted to kick him back immediately.

"Humph, you little dwarf! You are such a busybody! I changed my hairstyle, that's my freedom, it's not your turn to point fingers!"

Yan's tone was full of disdain and challenge. She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "dwarf", obviously trying to anger the other party.

After all, from the last time, she knew that Leng hated people talking about her height the most.

Angel Leng's face suddenly darkened, with a hint of anger gathering between her brows. She gripped the sword in her hand tighter, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it would turn into lightning that would cut through the sky at any time.

She stared at Yan coldly and said word by word: "You, say it again?"

"Shorty! Shorty! I just like to call you that, what's wrong?"

Yan was deliberately provocative, repeating the name over and over again with a smug smile on her face. She knew that she was touching Leng's bottom line, but she enjoyed this kind of stimulation, especially seeing Leng being irritated but helpless, which was an inexplicable pleasure for her.

Hearing Yan constantly calling him a dwarf, Angel Leng tightly gripped the sword in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his brows furrowed, and anger and dissatisfaction were revealed in his eyes.

She really wanted to rush up and kick Yan right away.

However, Angel Leng is not someone who can easily lose his mind after being provoked.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, her eyes flashed with a cold light, and her voice was low and powerful: "Okay, very good."

"Little ghost girl, it seems that you really want to be beaten. Then, let me see if you have made any progress during this period of time!"

After saying that, Angel Leng stretched out his body, flapped his wings suddenly, and rushed towards Yan like an arrow.

The long sword in his hand instantly turned into a dazzling light, pointing directly at Yan's vital points.

Seeing this, Yan did not retreat, but instead a hint of excitement appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She also flapped her wings and flew high, nimbly dodging Leng's first wave of attacks, while tightly grasping the sword in her hand, she engaged in a fierce confrontation with Leng.

This time, Yan deliberately found the angel Leng who was on a mission in the universe and provoked her to fight, just to satisfy his own desires.

"Hmph, you come just in time. I'm just itching to fight!" Yan accepted the challenge while secretly rejoicing in her heart. This sudden battle undoubtedly added some fun to her boring life.

The sword lights are like weaving, dazzling and interweaving in the vast universe to form a thrilling battle picture.

The figures of Yan and Angel Leng shuttled flexibly in the interweaving of light and shadow. Every encounter of the swords was like the collision of stars, erupting with a deafening roar that echoed in this universe, as if even the tranquility of the universe itself was shaken and trembled by this powerful force.

Yan's heart is filled with unprecedented fighting spirit and confidence. Her strength has made a qualitative leap in recent times, and every movement contains deeper power and skills.

For her, this duel with Angel Leng was not only to avenge the kick she had received before, but also a battle to prove herself. She wanted to let Leng and all those who looked down on her know that she was by no means a weakling who could be bullied.

Leng, as an elite warrior with many angel predecessors as his mentors, would not be easily shaken by Yan's provocation.

Her swordsmanship is steady and precise, and every strike reveals her profound skills and rich practical experience.

Faced with Yan's relentless pressure, she was not at all panicked. Instead, she analyzed her opponent's offensive more calmly and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

The two swords clashed fiercely again, sparks flying like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Yan held Leng's sword tightly against her, with a smug smile on her face. She deliberately slowed down her speech, with a hint of teasing and provocation in her words: "Hehe, it seems that you are just like this, shorty. It's not that easy to defeat me this time."

When Leng heard this, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Little ghost girl, don't get too carried away."

"Then I must be proud! I get extremely excited just thinking about how I can beat you to a pulp in a little while!" Yan's eyes flashed with confidence and anticipation.

However, after hearing this, Leng just snorted coldly, "Humph, you want to defeat me? You have indeed made a lot of progress, little ghost girl, but if you want to defeat me, you still have hundreds of years to go!"

"That may not be the case!" She suddenly leaned close to Leng's ear and exhaled gently. The warm breath and slight breathing sound seemed particularly ambiguous in the cold universe.

She whispered, "Little man. Maybe, later you will know what true despair is."

He glanced at Yan coldly, and his eyes contained not only anger, but also a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

She had never seen such a narcissistic and asking-for-a-beating opponent before. It was simply unbearable!

Leng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced coldly at Yan who was close to him. Suddenly, he felt an urge to slap her in the face.

She gnashed her teeth secretly, thinking: This Yan really deserves a beating!

"What? The way you look at me has changed?" Yan showed a confident smile on his face, and his tone was a little proud and teasing, "Haha, you are conquered by my face, right?!"

"Or have you finally found my charm irresistible and even your eyes are beginning to blur?"

After hearing Yan's words, Leng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and a trace of disdain and annoyance flashed in his eyes.

"You think too much, little ghost girl." She responded coldly, without a trace of warmth in her voice, "I just think that someone like you who is both arrogant and asking for a beating really deserves a good lesson."

"As for your face, haha, I never considered it as something I could conquer." Leng responded bluntly, "I just think you deserve a slap."

After saying that, Leng didn't even look at Yan again, as if looking at her for one more second would make him feel sick.

These words were direct and sharp, leaving no face for Yan. Yan's mouth twitched, and she was furious. She widened her eyes as if she was about to spit fire.

She gritted her teeth and secretly vowed to teach this ignorant dwarf a lesson.

"Dwarf, you'd better remember every word you say now. I'll let you know what it means to regret it later!" Yan glared at Leng fiercely.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

She looked at Yan provocatively and said, "Ha! Little ghost girl, you should remember what you say now, don't lose miserably when the time comes, and don't talk big and get your tongue stuck!"

"Just wait for me, little dwarf! If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I won't be called Yan!"

"Heh, little ghost girl, you're quite arrogant." Leng chuckled, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit, "But, that's exactly what I want. Today, let's have a real fight to see who is better!"

After saying that, Leng exerted force on his hands and pushed Yan back several meters.

Yan rolled several times in the air before he stabilized his body, and his face became solemn.

Leng shook his hands, which were a little numb from the violent collision just now, and stared at Yan with sharp eyes.

She decided to go all out and use all her skills to teach Yan a lesson.

Not only that, she also wanted to let Yan taste her power and let her know the consequences of provoking her.

Anyway, his micro wormhole technology was taught by the King of Apocalypse, so Leng still trusted Shi Bing's teachings.

"Wait a minute, don't cry."