Ambition of a Treacherous Hero

"Of course." Dongfang Yu smiled and placed his hand on his mask.

Meng Yiran stared without blinking, her breathing seeming to slow considerably.

Under her expectant gaze, an almost perfect face gradually appeared in her pupils.

His skin was fairer than a woman's, his nose high and straight, and every feature was perfectly proportioned without a trace of excess. His eyes seemed to hold the stars. It was the most handsome face she had ever seen.

"This..." Meng Yiran felt as though a little deer was crashing wildly around inside her heart.

Dongfang Yu smiled gently. "What is it? Did I scare you, Sister?"

Though he said that, he did not think so at all. Dongfang Yu knew his own looks very well. He was merely showing off.

"N-No." Meng Yiran's face flushed crimson at a visible speed, and her voice became somewhat shy.

Chao Tianxiang was also stunned by Dongfang Yu's appearance, but she quickly came back to her senses. Seeing her granddaughter's current state, she sighed helplessly.

She had watched this girl grow up and understood that she had fallen for him.

"Yiran," Chao Tianxiang called helplessly.

"Huh?" Meng Yiran hurriedly came back to her senses, then quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at Dongfang Yu again.

"Young Master Dongfang, please do not take offense."

Dongfang Yu chuckled. "Senior, you may simply call me Xiao Yu. I am already Sister Yiran's younger brother, so why would I take offense?"

Chao Tianxiang nodded slightly. He was learned, reasonable, and graceful. As expected of the Pope's disciple.

He was even younger than her granddaughter, yet his cultivation had already reached Soul Ancestor. Given time, he would surely stand at the pinnacle of Douluo Continent.

And judging from how he dealt with Zhao Wuji, he was meticulous, commanded well,