The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1288 Aesthetic Problems
In front of a stall, a middle-aged vendor owner with a big mole on his left face grabbed a big man in black with a hulking back and a long scar on his face, and began to introduce him.

Hearing such a compliment, the big man stretched out his hand and scratched his head foolishly, smiling like a fool, "Hey, the boss has praised me, and I'm not as handsome as you said, just mediocre, the third in the world right?" .”

Good guy, I'm just a good guy.

Listening to the conversation between the vendor owner and the big man, Leng Wuyou silently walked past them.

The corner of the mouth couldn't help twitching for a while.

Of these two, one dares to boast, and the other dares to accept, it's simple.

Leng Wuyou couldn't help complaining in his heart.

And Xiaobai, who was lying on Leng Wuyou's shoulder, also heard their conversation, his black grape-like eyes widened.

After a long time of experience, it turns out that such a person is called Fengshen Ruyu, a talented person.

Then it has a problem, is it rough and unrestrained, wild and unrestrained, was it eaten by Fengshen Ruyu and a good-looking talent?

Xiaobai tilted his head, his eyeballs rolled, and there was a burst of complaints and cold Wuyou. They were exactly the same, and he really answered the sentence, "What kind of master has what kind of pet."

This is not the only case. Basically, the dialogue between every vendor and customer on the street is like this.

For example, Leng Wuyou looked towards a stall diagonally ahead, and that stall sold all kinds of miscellaneous things.

There are everything, evil soldiers of evil cultivators, blood of monsters, teeth, sharp claws, even a lot of drugs, and small ornaments that ordinary people like.

And Leng Wuyou looked over, those ornaments were all made of stones, and at a glance, he knew that this was a black-hearted street vendor owner.

At this time, in front of the booth of the unscrupulous boss, there were three people gathered here to choose things.

Among them was a white-haired old woman with a crutch in her hand as old as bark, a young girl with a beautiful face, and a young man with a half tiger mask on his face.

At this time, they were picking up small things on the stall, looking at them, and listening to the praise of the peddler boss.

Leng Wuyou could hear it from such a distance, but she couldn't bear to look at the content of the praise.

"Oh, my cold place, I didn't expect that there would be a gust of noble wind today, and such a beautiful fairy would be ushered in."

"This fairy is really a shy flower in the closed moon, like a fish and a wild goose, with a face like peaches and plums, a phoenix like a red dandelion, and a skin like fat, with a clever smile and hope; every move is elegant and dusty, like a mortal fairy, the moon in the sky, The heart of the old man is so attractive that it keeps beating."

"If the old man can be a few hundred years younger, the old man will definitely go after the fairy. There must be many men who are as beautiful as the fairy..."

"Hey, this little fellow Taoist looks good, look at those big eyes, fierce and fierce, just like a tiger, look at those lips, they are as red as vermilion..."

"Oh, fellow Taoist, look at your white hair, it's really unique, and look at your wrinkled face, it looks like a sunflower, beautiful and full of vitality..."

In fact, this is not the key point, the most important thing, what makes Leng Wuyou speechless the most, is that those few people think that the boss's boast is so true.

That woman's boasting is still the same thing.

The old woman smiled clearly, she was gloomy, she looked like a ghost mother-in-law, she couldn't match up with the vigorous sunflower at all, but it was barely there.

What's up with that guy?

Leng Wuyou really wanted to say, the one wearing the mask, doesn't he know that Zhu Dan's lips are complimenting women?

And it looks like a tiger, people wear a tiger mask, what does it look like like a tiger?
If it wasn't for Leng Wuyou's firm belief, she might have suspected that there might be something wrong with her aesthetics.

It wasn't just Leng Wuyou who had doubts, even the order manager of the dark world was in the stage of doubting his life.

(End of this chapter)