Deceiving the General, the Ugly Man Was Not Ugly, I, Hua Wucuo, Return to the Jianghu!

Zhao Yingqiong said, "You..." She rubbed her eyes, thinking, Could it be that this general has seen things wrong? Looking again, this boy's features are handsome and otherworldly, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, mysterious and profound, a rare sight indeed. How is he anything like the ugly figure of rumor? Steadying herself, she looked once more and confirmed she had not been mistaken. She had seen many handsome men and thought her horizons broad, yet he still seized her attention, making her look again and again until she forgot her business. After a while, realizing she had lost her composure, she flew into a rage from embarrassment. "You brat! You dared deceive this general? You were never ugly!"

Li Xian thought, Of course I'm not ugly. If I admit it now, there'll be no end of explanations. He said, "Of my whole body, only my eyes are passable." Zhao Yingqiong eyed him suspiciously. "Really?" She stared again. Suddenly, she blushed and turned her gaze away, unwilling to meet his eyes for long. Li Xian said, "Absolutely true. The lower half of my face is covered in sores and scars. General, we have more pressing matters."

By then, the demonic wind was gradually dispersing.

Zhao Yingqiong had no time to think further. She emerged onto the street and blended into the crowd, with Li Xian close behind. Before long, the demonic wind dissipated. A burst of footsteps sounded. The manager of the Shuntian Carriage Shop arrived, saw the herbs scattered all over the ground, and began cursing without cease. "A pack of worthless fools! You can't even move a few goods properly after putting your backs into it! These herbs have been ruined by the lot of you. If you were laborers in my shop, I'd have every last one