"Hehe, a stray dog at the end of its rope still dares to be so arrogant?" Accompanied by a light, melodic, and pleasant female voice, a tender green shoot emerged from the cracks in the mud before him.
The green shoot grew wildly at a terrifying speed, sprouting hundreds of vines before blooming into a brilliantly radiant red flower.
The petals slowly opened, and shockingly, a woman of peerless beauty was standing within the stamen.
The woman had beautiful features and long hair reaching her waist, and not a single thread of clothing covered her body.
She was only clad in a layer of green leaves, which accentuated her graceful and exquisite curves perfectly.
However, despite her peerless appearance, her face was as cold as frost, her fiery red lips held not the slightest seductive charm, but instead made one feel a chill in their heart.
It was none other than Helen.
"I heard your words just now loud and clear." Helen stood with her arms crossed and smiled coldly.
