My Everything

Seeing Xu Yanwu like this, Fu Hua thought for a moment before tactfully telling him, "It has a very ancient style."

"Right?! That's what I said. Danzhu even said my taste was bad back then... but it still looks pretty good."

Xu Yanwu said smugly.

"Fu Hua, the way you look in these clothes... is almost exactly the same as before," Xu Yanwu said as he looked at her.

Fu Hua looked herself over, her fingers absentmindedly hooking a lock of long hair that hung down. "Is that so..."

"Of course it is. If you don't believe me, look."

Xu Yanwu suddenly took out a mirror and placed it before Fu Hua.

Fu Hua glanced into the mirror, then discovered in surprise that her hair had somehow turned... white?

And her eyes had turned red as well?

When had that happened?

"Just a little trick."

Xu Yanwu rubbed his hands together.

"Now... Fu Hua, you can use your full strength, right?"

Fu Hua looked at Xu Yanwu, whose hands were empty.

"I'm carrying the Grip of Taixu right now. Are you really not planning to take any weapon?"

"Otherwise... should I put the Grip of Taixu away?"

"No, this is perfect!"

Xu Yanwu said, "This is exactly how it should be!!!"

"Besides, we're comparing hand-to-hand combat right now, aren't we? This is enough!"

"As for weapons... I'll use them later!"

Xu Yanwu cast his gaze toward the wooden sword high in the air.

"But that will be later."

"All right, then."

Seeing Xu Yanwu insist so firmly, Fu Hua saw no reason to keep pressing the matter.

Since Xu Yanwu had said so, Fu Hua had no intention of stopping him.

Xu Yanwu was far stronger than she was. Even though she could now use her full strength because of