"Brother Cheng, I think the Little Fairy has taken a liking to me! Look, she's really walking over to us," Luo Chenghu shouted excitedly.
"I've read in books about how they describe peerless beauties—saying their looks can topple kingdoms and cities, hide the moon and shame the flowers. This must be what they mean.
The Little Fairy has a short sword at her waist, and her movements are so light and graceful. She must have cultivated swordsmanship. She's a person of the Martial Dao, not some delicate young lady from a rich family.
A heavenly beauty like her... I, Luo Chenghu, have to get to know her. She's walking toward us, so she must have been taken with my impressive bearing and felt an instant connection. She probably wants to get to know me!"
The fellow's face lit up as he spoke, growing more and more excited. He eagerly took a step forward, blocking Chen Cheng, then straightened his clothes and puffed out his chest.
