?Mobile reading Qin Dashi is risking his life to win over girls. Eight-zero E-book Because Yasha Bebera is eccentric—graceful and cat-like when calm, yet uncontrollable when she gets angry. Just to get a few more hugs, he’s already taken several kicks. "Little bad girl, I wasn’t even trying!" The young instructor looks deeply embarrassed. In her own words, every time she lifts her foot to kick him, it’s an instinctive motion—completely unintentional. Qin Dashi bites his teeth and says, "No problem, I can handle it." From a psychological standpoint, Isa Bella’s resistance toward men stems from deep within her. This trait was already evident during the time on the Island of Death. On that vast island, women were scarce—those with even pig-like appearances were treated as Diao Chan. As for someone of her divine status, the contrast was even greater. Yet, no woman had ever managed to gain an advantage over her. Men who dared to approach her—whether trainees or officers—ended up with bruised noses and swollen faces, some even on the verge of becoming eunuchs. When Qin Feng finally managed to kiss her on the death island, it sparked a major sensation, lifting the spirits of all those who had previously suffered at Isabella's hands. Yet Qin Feng's record remained unbroken. The ever-young officers grew even more cautious, and aside from a few senior figures within the organization, any man who ventured within two meters of her felt as though he were being closely watched. Given all this, Qin Feng felt that holding the ever-young officer in his arms and taking a few kicks from her was nothing short of a victory. He had full confidence in the beautiful officer, believing she would eventually adapt. As he gazed at her radiant, youthful face, Qin, the young noble, grew utterly enchanted. Isabella, noticing his fixed stare, scolded him, "You silly boy, why are you staring at me like that?" "You're absolutely beautiful, Sasha." Qin Feng expressed his genuine admiration: "It's even more beautiful than when we were on the Island of Death. By the way, Sasha, how did you survive the explosion last time?" Whenever he brought up this point, he felt deeply guilty. Whenever she heard it, she grew increasingly irritated. "I didn't make it through—like everyone else, I died," the young, ever-young instructor said, her tone soft and reflective. Qin Feng stared at her, utterly astonished: "What?" Isabel smiled faintly. "Didn't you notice? I'm completely temperatureless." Qin Feng suddenly understood—it was no wonder he had always found it strange. The woman in his arms was indeed temperatureless. Was she a ghost? With this realization, he felt even more responsible, asking, "So, what exactly happened?" The instructor gently smiled, her lips curling upward. "It wasn't anything special. I died, but then I came back to life." You're such a little pest—haven't you always wondered why I've been able to maintain my youthful appearance, never aging? At first, I didn't know either. It wasn't until the moment the Death Island exploded that I, along with several senior executives who were in a meeting, were buried under the blast. Yet three days later, I found myself awake in the ruins. Qin Feng found this increasingly puzzling—could people truly come back to life? Even in Eastern traditions, where practitioners achieve immortality through cultivation, such spontaneous, full-revival abilities are only attained at the highest levels. Clearly, Isabel isn't a cultivator. "Because I am a vampire," the instructor explained. Qin Feng's eyes widened even further—"A vampire?" Vampires, or the legendary high-tier beings of European mythology, are akin to Eastern cultivators. "Do vampires have the ability to revive?" Qin Feng asked—something entirely reasonable and not at all surprising. Isabella is a beautiful woman of Middle Eastern descent, not a native European—how could she possibly be connected to the vampire lineage? "Ordinary vampires and lower-tier ones don't share this trait; I'm different from them," the veteran instructor explained. "I possess both vampire and royal Middle Eastern lineage. In our branch, we're an anomaly. Only after experiencing death once does the dormant vampire blood within my body awaken, transforming me from a mortal into a true vampire." These details were only uncovered after her resurrection. "Ah, so then, how do you maintain such youthful beauty?" Qin Feng asked again. Isabella gently wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "In our branch, I'm also an anomaly. According to the royal Middle Eastern records, over the past two years, only three individuals like me have appeared—one woman and two men. All three of them eventually ascended to the throne." Historical records describe these three as divine beings, yet I believe it's simply the result of a genetic mutation. "My queen, you'll surely ascend the throne in due time," Qin Dashi declared with unwavering conviction. The unyielding instructor raised an eyebrow, sneered, "Of course. When the time comes and the queen is in high spirits, she might even bestow upon you the title of consort. These days I've been watching the braid-plays—how about you take on the role of Huanhuan." Qin Dashi groaned, feeling utterly frustrated—how could he, a man of stature, be reduced to playing a mere Huanhuan? When Isabella revived, Qin Feng had just departed from the Isle of Death. Though only a fleeting glimpse, she recognized that familiar silhouette. After confirming her own condition, she brought with her Qin Feng's personal weapon—the dagger, Fire-Phoenix—and journeyed to the Chinese realm. Initially, she had intended to seek vengeance against Qin Feng, but then she recalled: hadn't it been precisely because this young man had blown up the Isle of Death that she might never have discovered her own bloodline or her ability to revive. After becoming a vampire, her strength surged several levels at once, and she gained basic flight capabilities, rising to true master status—something she must thank the very source of her troubles for. Moreover, she had spent over a decade on the Isle of Death, with only Qin Feng as a close acquaintance; if she killed him, she would be left with no friends at all. Later, she decided to protect this last remaining friend. At that time, Qin Feng had clashed with Shengmen, ultimately killing the Thunder Dragon, and upon hearing the news, the White Wolf was eliminated by her. "Sasha, you no longer need to hide yourself," said Qin, cradling the woman's waist gently. "You've endured so much hardship. From now on, follow me and truly enjoy life." Isabel shook her head. "I believe it's better if I continue to support you discreetly, since Shengmen operates openly while you remain hidden—this puts them at a disadvantage. With me also operating in the shadows, their advantage will be neutralized." Well, little rogue, this kind of life is actually one I quite enjoy—after all, I'm no ordinary person, and in a sense, I can't quite manage the everyday life of the ordinary. That alone is enough to astonish people. It's easier to explain when it comes to our own kind, but meeting strangers will surely become a challenge.