The To-do List

A hearty meal

Olivia Fagin stared at the man that was looking at the statue in front of him, her eyes were lit up. As an avid Internet user, she had seen so many celebrities and she was sure that this guy ranked among the top.

Britta pushed her slightly, "You know, you are bolder than the rest of us. Go and ask him for his number."

Daley nodded with enthusiasm as her hands joined Britta in pushing me forward. Olivia looked at the last member of their group, Amelia, who was still staring at the man. 

"He looks really good," She said almost to herself. "Maybe he is a new celebrity or one in disguise. I wonder which kind of celebrity he is."

"He is dressed up. Maybe he is a Cosplayer." Britta said and her eyes sparkled. Now, she has a topic of conversation.

You can't just walk up to a handsome guy and ask him for his contacts. He must be used to that so he won't have a good impression. You have to start with a mutual topic at least. To capture a hot guy 101. 

"Good evening." She smiled at him.

Raizel turned and saw a young girl with blonde curls smiling at him. She wore a navy robe, which was divided into two. The second part also stopped below her knees. It was similar to what the other three girls in the distance were wearing. 

Judging from how no one was giving her and her companions' extra looks. It seemed to be some sort of uniform. Which sect would have such a uniform?

She was a young girl; her bone age was up to twenty. Her skin was smooth and fair, she had fine blonde hair tied into a ponytail that was hanging on her shoulder, and her face was charming like a flower.

She was brimming with youth and vitality. What was she doing wandering the streets? She should be at home either cultivating or meditating on the Dao.

Raizel shrouded his spiritual essence before he sent it into her body. 'Early Stage of Dao Imbibition.' He immediately had a bad impression.  

'Such a lazy child.' Raizel sometimes forgets that not everybody is as talented as he and his friends. But how could he not? As a prodigy with a Celestial Void Primordial Spirit, at seventeen, he was already at the late stage of Dao Budding.

Olivia saw him stare at her and smiled. She had confidence in her appearance. 

"You hate him too, don't you?" Seeing his shocked eyes, she smiled. How could she not finger it out? Brown eyes, black hair, white robes and a long azure sword by his side, plus the way he had glared at the statue of Lord Raizel. He must be Cos-playing Lord Tarek. Most of Lord Tarek's fans were anti-fans of Lord Raizel.

"Hate him?" Raizel asked, he was a bit bewildered. When did he hate himself?

Olivia did not hear the question mark after the sentence continued and felt that the handsome reduced his voice as to not offend the fans of Lord Raizel. Lord Raizel's fans were too strong. Normally, she would be one of them too, but not today.

She smiled at him when she also whispered in a low voice. "Don't worry; I am one of Lord Tarek's fans too."

She glared at Lord Raizel statue. "I mean Lord Tarek cultivated the Dao of Wind and specialized in speed. How could he not escape before Lord Raizel sealed the Devils Realm?  Lord Raizel must have locked him inside out of jealousy. He probably wanted them to die together."

Then she turned towards Raziel again and said with a smile, "My name is Olivia, What is yours?" 

After saying this, she stopped, almost snickering to herself. Due to her frequent trolling of Lord Tarek's fans, she knew all their conspiracy theories.