Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 507 – Do You Have Any Stockings That Would Suit Me?

The main peak of the Alps.

The white snow was soaked through with dark golden dragon blood.

Lin Fan stood barefoot atop the head of a seventh-tier Pure-blood Red Dragon, clad in a flowing white ancient-style robe.

She applied a slight pressure with her foot.

The sound of a skull cracking echoed across the empty snowfield.

The red dragon didn’t even have a chance to let out a scream before its life force was completely severed.

These were the last batch of Pureblood Dragon Clan on Blue Star.

Lin Fan activated her Cultivation-Absorption Domain.

Dark green ripples swept across the snowfield, and the red dragon’s massive body rapidly shriveled, turning into ashes scattered in the wind.

A seventh-tier Crystal fell into Lin Fan’s hand.

She casually tossed the Crystal into her System Space.

With that, all four hundred-plus seventh-tier Pureblood Giant Dragons that had descended upon Blue Star were completely wiped out.

Lin Fan stood amidst the wind and snow, her expression calm.

She knew very well that her abilities could never be hidden from Chu Chen.

That strategist, who spent all day chewing on lollipops with dark circles under his eyes, had probably long since deduced truths from various pieces of intelligence that even she herself didn’t know.

He might even have already guessed that the identity of Lei Li was something she had stolen.

But so what.

Lei Li was just a code name.

Her identity now was that of a variable who had broken the Dragon Clan Project.

As long as she stood on Blue Star’s side, as long as she held enough power in her hands to overturn the chessboard, Chu Chen wouldn’t and wouldn’t dare to turn against her.

Power was the only standard by which existence was measured.

Lin Fan looked up at the sky.

The energy fluctuations of the Spatial Rift were still violent, even visibly expanding by the moment.

Ten days.

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Her current level of existence had reached the mid-ninth tier.

Blue Star’s Rift channel simply couldn’t withstand such a massive energy body as hers.

Forcibly crossing realms would only cause the Space Channel to collapse, and she would be swept into the Spatial Turbulence.

Zhou Ming’s Portal was even less worth mentioning—it could only accommodate Evolved beings up to the fifth tier at most.

If she so much as stepped half a foot inside, Zhou Ming’s Spatial Ability would collapse on the spot.

All she could do was wait.

Lin Fan’s figure flickered, transforming into a streak of white light that tore through the clouds at dozens of times the speed of sound, heading straight east.

Sichuan-West Base.

Lin Fan landed in front of the command center.

The air currents kicked up dust from the ground. The Gene Warriors on guard saw that white-robed, barefoot figure and immediately saluted, their eyes burning with fervor.

She paid them no mind and walked straight through the main entrance.

At the end of the corridor, Lu Yuan was shamelessly hovering around Zhu Yan.

“Yanzi, I’ve finished inventorying this batch of supplies. Your injury just healed—don’t keep standing around. Sit down and rest a bit.”

Lu Yuan held an apple in his hand, pushing it toward Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan shot him a glare and didn’t take it, but she also didn’t punch him like she used to.

“Who told you to call me Yanzi?”

Zhu Yan’s tone was stiff, but her ears were turning red.

“We’ve rolled through piles of the dead together. Calling you by your full name is too distant.”

Lu Yuan grinned cheekily and set the apple on the table beside them.

Lin Fan approached.

The two immediately straightened up, dropping their casual postures.

“Lei Jie.”

“Boss!”

They spoke in unison.

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Lin Fan’s gaze swept over the two of them.

The Golden Dragon Bloodline within Zhu Yan had perfectly fused with her human genes, her aura stable at the early eighth tier.

Lu Yuan had also fully digested those seventh-tier Crystals, reaching the peak of the seventh tier. Standing there, even the light around him seemed to warp slightly.

“Where’s Chu Chen?”

Lin Fan spoke, her voice betraying no emotion.

Lu Yuan’s smile faded, his expression turning serious.

“Commander Chu left. He had Zhou Ming open a Portal and went to the Dragon Spirit Continent.”

Lin Fan’s gaze sharpened.

“When did this happen?”

“Three hours ago.”

Lu Yuan reported in a low voice.

Lin Fan remained silent.

Chu Chen had gone to the Dragon Spirit Continent.

That brilliantly clever man had ultimately chosen to face that extremely dangerous truth himself.

That was his resolve to end this post-apocalypse.

“Understood.”

Lin Fan’s tone was flat.

“I’ll stay here for these ten days. The two of you are responsible for the base’s daily defense.”

“Yes.”

Lin Fan turned and walked toward her private rest quarters.

As they passed each other, her peripheral vision caught Lu Yuan’s fingers quietly hooking onto the hem of Zhu Yan’s clothes. Though Zhu Yan kept a stern face, she didn’t shake him off.

A hint of amused mockery curled at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

Late at night.

The metal corridors of the Western Sichuan Base were dead silent.

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Lin Fan sat on the sofa in her room, a row of transparent glass bottles arranged before her.

The emerald-green Energy Potion Concentrate swirled faintly within the bottles, exuding a captivating cold fragrance.

A knock sounded at the door.

Very soft, carrying a hint of hesitation.

“Enter.”

Lin Fan leaned back against the sofa, lighting a mint cigarette.

The door pushed open.

Zhu Yan walked in.

This Rank 8 Powerhouse, usually swift and decisive in action, now appeared extremely ill at ease.

She closed the door behind her, clasped her hands in front of her, fingers tightly twisting the hem of her clothes, head lowered, not daring to look at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan exhaled a smoke ring, sizing her up through the pale blue-white haze.

“Something on your mind?”

Zhu Yan took a deep breath, as if summoning tremendous resolve.

She raised her head, her face flushed crimson, even the Dragon Scales patterns on her neck faintly radiating heat.

“Lei Jie…”

Zhu Yan’s voice was quieter than a mosquito’s.

“Speak.”

“Do you… have any stockings that would suit me?”

Lin Fan’s fingers holding the cigarette paused.

The room fell silent for a full five seconds.

Lin Fan looked at Zhu Yan, who seemed to wish she could crawl into a crack in the floor, and recalled the scene when she herself had disguised as Long Wu and stuffed a sock into Lu Yuan’s mouth.

So Zhu Yan was planning to cater to his tastes?

A glint of mischievous amusement flickered in Lin Fan’s eyes.

“You want to wear them?”

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Lin Fan’s tone was languid.

Zhu Yan’s face grew even redder, almost ready to drip blood.

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

“I want to try.”

“For Lu Yuan?”

Lin Fan hit the nail on the head.

Zhu Yan jerked her head up to deny it, but under the gaze of Lin Fan’s Iridescent Astral Eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything, all her excuses lodged in her throat.

She finally lowered her head, conceding.

Lin Fan laughed out loud.

She casually stubbed out her cigarette and stood up.

Beneath her white robe, those jade-white bare feet stepped onto the carpet without making a sound.

She walked over to Zhu Yan, looking down from above at this girl who shared the same stubbornness as herself.

“In this world, reasoning is so exhausting. Since you’ve set your sights on him, just go for it directly.”

There was a hint of teasing in Lin Fan’s tone.

Zhu Yan bowed her head even lower.

Lin Fan didn’t tease her further.

With a thought, the System Space opened.

A brand-new, never-worn pair of black stockings appeared in her hand.

The material was extremely thin, carrying a faint sheen.

Because they had been stored alongside clothes Lin Fan had once worn, they had absorbed the aura of her true body.

A remarkably pure cold fragrance emanated from the stockings—the pure Spirit Energy radiating from a mid-Rank 9 Lifeform.

Lin Fan handed the stockings over.

“Take them. But if you want to win over Lu Yuan, wearing stockings alone won’t be enough.”