The little girl looked down, her eyes sowhat evasive.
She glanced at the grid on the ground and said softly, "Young Master, I... I’ve moved forward one space."
Her voice was very quiet, and after speaking, she hopped forward one step.
She ended up on the sa square as Zhao Rong.
It was a bit crowded.
Zhao Rong didn’t mind and nodded, "Mm."
At the sa ti, he stepped back a bit to give the little girl so space.
Little Fish realized she was now very close to this Zhao Young Master; he was tall and blocked most of her view, like... a solid mountain.
The little girl looked down at the embroidered shoes Xiu’er had bought for her, and for so reason, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
Mm, maybe it’s because she knew Zhao Young Master was letting her win; this ’answer the question, move forward one space’ ga rule was clearly rigged in her favor.
It was just strange that the little girl didn’t feel embarrassed just now, but now she did.
She didn’t know why.
Anyway, her mood suddenly turned strange.
At this mont, seeing that this suddenly bashful little girl was only one square away from the finish line,
Zhao Rong rubbed his face and then rembered looking in the mirror quietly when he was getting dressed in the Great Hall before heading out, and the ’person’ in the mirror.
He looked at Little Fish and nodded, "Here’s an easy question."
"Ah, oh oh."
Little Fish nodded like a pecking chicken, holding her breath in anticipation.
However, after a mont, she still didn’t hear the sound of the young master’s voice in front of her.
Little Fish, looking down, then secretly raised her head a bit, wanting to sneak a glance at soone’s face.
Zhao Rong suddenly said, "Am I handso?"
Little Fish’s face instantly turned red.
The second before, she was still maintaining her golden rooster standing on one leg posture, but then she staggered back two steps.
Little Fish hurriedly steadied herself, then without saying a word, turned around and dashed off.
A certain little girl’s face was blushing red.
Like a pogranate seed in autumn, crystal clear and bright red, you could squeeze water out of it...
"......"
In place, Zhao Rong watched dumbfounded as Little Fish ran off, a bit speechless.
Why are you running?
He turned to look behind him, there was nothing scary or intimidating.
Gui held back a laugh, "What else could it be? The little girl’s face is as red as an apple. Tsk tsk."
It sighed, "Zhao Rong, really, you won’t even let such a little one go."
Zhao Rong frowned, then relaxed, ignoring it.
He raised his hand to rub his face, muttering to himself, "What are these little girls thinking? I was being very serious, okay? So, is this new face really that handso..."
Zhao Rong’s tone was helpless.
Gui clicked its tongue in wonder, "Zhao Rong, you indeed have beco more handso."
The tone was confident.
Just now, when Zhao Rong looked in the mirror before he left the Great Hall, it had seen as well.
Mm, the Sword Master looks much more pleasing than before, making the Purple-clothed Sword Spirit who worked hard to cultivate the Sword Master very gratified.
No longer ordinary and safe looking on the streets, but now capable of drawing second glances.
For example, Little Fish just now, during her conversation with Zhao Rong, was constantly sneaking glances at his face.
The little girl might have thought her actions went unnoticed, but such a little girl couldn’t hide anything on her face; it was all visible under Zhao Rong’s and the observing Sword Spirit’s eyes.
It just hadn’t been revealed.
However, Gui still thought this little girl’s reaction was a bit too much, almost like... she’d never seen a handso guy before.
Speaking of which, the Li Territory is known for producing beauties.
The people of the Li Territory inherit the great and divine bloodline of the ancient Li Clan, there should be no shortage of handso n and beautiful won.
Zhao Rong and Gui have gotten used to it in the Great Li these days.
So logically, that girl called Little Fish shouldn’t be so surprised.
Moreover, this little girl was still missing two teeth, still a skinny and short little fra, malnourished, but beauty is in the bone, not the skin, and in their eyes, she’s clearly a budding beauty.
Zhao Rong was also a little puzzled, "Could it be... I’m so handso it’s out of this world now? Making these little girls unable to control themselves. Eh, is Young Master finally going to endure these troubles too... What a headache."
As he spoke, he regretfully touched his slender, handso face.
Gui: "......"
Zhao Rong took out a bronze mirror from the Suru Object again and looked down at it.
These were still his familiar features, but his appearance was completely different.
This difference wasn’t in the features themselves but... he had beco more handso.
A kind of intuitive feeling.
But at a glance, you could still recognize this face as Zhao Rong’s.
So familiar yet strange.
Zhao Rong carefully observed and soon found sothing unusual.
His original features weren’t ugly, just that when put together, his looks were sowhat ordinary.
But the current Zhao Rong, his features seed to be finely refined, increasingly distinguished and perfect.
The ratios and placents of the features had also changed, creating a more harmonious and unified look.
Sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, a noticeable nose perfectly matched, with lips a healthy, rosy arc...
With the heroic spirit of a seven-foot male but without losing refinent appearing rough, instead it’s just right.
The contour arcs of his whole face were intricately smooth.
Along with his ’freshly crafted’ fair skin.
Handso and full of vigor.
All of this.
Like a roughly carved statue had been taken over by a sensitive genius sculptor, designed carefully while retaining so elents.
Re-sculpted once again.
Handso enough to et one’s self-awareness and... a certain harsh aesthetic.
Gui spoke, "Zhao Rong, this new face of yours is indeed nice, but it’s not the most handso I’ve ever seen."
Zhao Rong thought for a mont, joking, "Should I take that as a complint? Wait, don’t tell you’ll add that the most handso man you’ve seen... is Gui the Great Sword Spirit herself?"
Gui smirked and didn’t bother to correct his wildly off-base assumption.
It looked at Zhao Rong’s pleasing appearance and added:
"And to my eyes now, you’re indeed handso with character, magnificent yet full of vitality, not the kind of beauty that competes with won for attention with androgynous softness, mm, quite nice."
Zhao Rong blinked, if Sword Spirit had said this before, it would have been eight tis out of ten trying to poke fun at him.
But now.
Mm, being complinted by soone other than himself, especially the picky and sharp-tongued Sword Spirit, is probably the first ti in his life?
As Zhao Rong was about to modestly say a word, Gui suddenly said:
"So, this doesn’t make sense, it really doesn’t make sense."
Zhao Rong instinctively responded, "What doesn’t make sense?"
The Sword Spirit confidently said, "Logically, you couldn’t possibly beco more handso."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Gui smirked and didn’t bother correcting his wildly off-base assumption.
It looked at Zhao Rong’s pleasing appearance and added:
"And to my eyes now, you’re indeed handso with character, magnificent yet full of vitality, not the kind of beauty that competes with won for attention with androgynous softness, mm, quite nice."
Zhao Rong blinked, if Sword Spirit had said this before, it would have been eight tis out of ten trying to poke fun at him.
But now.
Mm, being complinted by soone other than himself, especially the picky and sharp-tongued Sword Spirit, is probably the first ti in his life?
As Zhao Rong was about to modestly say a word, Gui suddenly said:
"So, this doesn’t make sense, it really doesn’t make sense."
Zhao Rong instinctively responded, "What doesn’t make sense?"
The Sword Spirit confidently said, "Logically, you couldn’t possibly beco more handso."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Turning his lips, not bothering to correct his wildly inaccurate guess.
It gazed at Zhao Rong’s eye-pleasing appearance again, adding:
"And from my view now, you indeed exhibit handso uniqueness, miraculous yet energetic, not possessing that kind of androgynous softness that contests with won, mm, quite comndable."
Zhao Rong blinked, if the Sword Spirit had remarked this previously, it would mostly have been trying to provoke him.
But right now.
Well, to be complinted by soone else besides himself, and that too by a critical, sharp-tongued Sword Spirit, this ought to be a lifeti first.
Just as Zhao Rong considered responding with modesty, Gui suddenly comnted:
"So, this doesn’t add up, it really doesn’t add up."
Zhao Rong instinctively questioned, "What doesn’t add up?"
With certainty, the Sword Spirit replied, "By all logic, you shouldn’t be able to beco handso."
Zhao Rong: "......"
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