I just covet their strength

Chapter 4 Of course, the beauty of intensity

Westhead entered the "vacuum zone" as if nothing had happened and walked up to Lesia.

The sound of footsteps made the silver-haired dragon girl raise her head, and Westhead could see Lesia's eyes clearly.

They were a pair of eyes that were as bright as gems. They were not a single eye color, but a pair of magnificent eyes made of a mixture of blue and cyan purple.

However, such magnificent eyes have an inorganic coldness and hollowness.

The moment she saw Westhead's face, Lesia's eyes lit up for a moment, but only for a moment.

In an instant, it switched to self-protective indifference.

The young man with black hair and purple eyes smiled, saluted, and introduced himself.

"I am Westhead Qinghui, the current patriarch of the [Prosperity Branch] Qinghui family."

".Do you have any curse to say to me, sir? Or do you want to slap me a few times?"

Lesia's voice was slightly hoarse, as if her vocal cords had been traumatized. She turned her face:
"That's all. Whatever you want to do, do it as soon as possible. I still want to see the flowers."

Westhead knelt down in front of Lesia and stretched out his hand.

The silver-haired dragon girl immediately closed her eyes tightly, preparing to bear the coming pain. However, the expected attack did not fall. Instead, one of her hands was gently held, and then, the man's words were accompanied by moist and warm breaths. on her cheek.

"Your Highness Lesia, I would like to invite you to dance with me."

Lesia turned around and looked at the handsome face so close that could make countless girls' hearts flutter.

The brown and black hair looks quite soft, and the facial features are so perfect that they seem to be a creation made by the gods himself. Under the light eyebrows, a pair of cyan purple eyes are extremely deep, like gems reflecting the sea of ​​stars.

The slightly pursed lips are full of incredible charm, fully displaying the handsome male charm.

At this moment, Lesia's heartbeat stopped.

She took a few deep breaths and said, "What did you say?"

Westhead smiled and said: "I am moved by your beauty and want to invite you to dance with me."

beauty? I?

Leixia was stunned for a moment, looking at the fountain beside her, which reflected a funny figure. The dragon horns that the imperial people hated, the cracks on the skin, and the broken limbs had nothing to do with beauty.

To call this appearance beautiful would be too much.

".Is this the latest irony?"

Looking at Westhead again, Lesia clenched her fists and suddenly felt an extreme sense of humiliation.

She somewhat hated it, hated her own stupidity and naivety, but she was so surprised by the other person's handsomeness that she felt a little moved.

He clearly knew that the person approaching him at this moment must hate and loathe him. Besides curses and bullying, what else could he expect?

Lesia stared at Westhead stubbornly, holding on with strength in her misty and magnificent eyes, and laughed self-deprecatingly:

"If you meant to insult me, you have succeeded. I am such an ugly and twisted bastard!"

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Westhead didn't quite understand why Leshia said that. Why did she just ignore the vicious words around her? I spoke to her in a nice voice, but she acted as if she had suffered a great injustice.

But in a blink of an eye, he saw that Lesia didn't believe what he said.

This is easy to handle.

"I'm not lying. Your beauty really captured me at the first sight."

Westhead raised a hand and said solemnly:

"If you don't believe me, please swear to the God Ancestor [Holy Tree of Great Glory]. I swear to all the gods in the universe that this is true."

"!!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lesia looked at Westhead with astonished eyes.

In this world where the gods are supreme, swearing to the gods is not a trivial matter. Especially for nobles, swearing to the ancestors is an extremely serious matter and is directly related to political life.

The silver-haired dragon girl's lips trembled: "You you."

"What are you talking about?! Brother?!" Yulda came over from behind and just heard Westhead's oath. She immediately roared and pounced on Westhead.

The white-blond girl grabbed Westhead's arm with one hand and covered her brother's mouth with the other hand:

"This is the Holy Tree Palace! The oaths made under the shadow of the Holy Tree will definitely be heard by the ancestors of the gods. Do you want to be accused of deceiving the gods?!"

Urda was so frightened that she openly swore a false oath to the Divine Ancestor in public. If the charges were proven, her life would be over!

However, just when the white-blond girl was anxiously thinking about how to deal with the next accountability, Westhead looked at her with a subtle look.

She looked at Westhead for a moment, and after realizing that nothing happened, Yoda silently let go of her hands.

"I told you I didn't lie."

Westhead straightened his collar and said calmly: "Am I such an ignorant fool in your eyes?"

Urda also regained her composure, took a step back and apologized:

"Sorry, brother, I lost my temper."

Then she glanced at Lesia, who was also shocked, with complicated eyes:

"But brother, please think twice. There are so many noble ladies for you to choose from. Why do you choose her?"

"It's just dancing, do you want to give instructions?"

Westhead turned his attention to Lesia again. The silver-haired princess looked deeply at the man with black hair and purple eyes, and said in disbelief:
"So, you really think I'm beautiful?"

Her response was an unthinking yes.

"It's true."

Westhead did not speak against his will. In his eyes, Resia, with her mutilated limbs and cracked skin, was indeed breathtakingly beautiful.

Ah, what is beauty, you ask?

Of course it’s the beauty of intensity! The beauty of numbers! The beauty of the mechanism!

[Kurong Dragon King] Lesia is a satellite that has not yet been installed in the game, but the plot expressiveness and revealed abilities have already made Westhead, an iron-blooded person, itchy.

With the dual T0 divine talents of both the Dragon God and the Tree God, he is a nearly invincible demigod!

At this point in time, Leixia's talent must have been sublimated.

In Westhead's view, as long as he can get Lesia's talent for free, the threat to his own safety will be solved. After that, the sea and the sky will be brighter. If he develops it himself, he will not be much weaker than a demigod, right?

If you can get other top-level talents, you may be able to step onto the long steps to become a god.

When he thought of such a future, Westhead's whole body was trembling with excitement, and he looked at Lesia with extremely passionate eyes.

"Your Highness Lesia, I wonder if you can dance with me?"

Westhead extended the invitation again, but Lesia's mood was completely different between the two invitations. The silver-haired princess put her hand on the man's hand, but it was immediately gone, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned again.

"Having too much contact with a hybrid monster like me will cause trouble for Mr. Qinghui, right?"

Lesia hesitated, never daring to hold Westhead's extended hand.

"Why should you care about the mediocre people's confusion and accusations!"

Westhead said loudly, looking around at the people pointing at him, showing a mocking and arrogant smile:
"They are just ignorant lambs, how can they judge us?"

He doesn't even have a name in the game, and in the future he will most likely be a gray bitch, or a peerless future demigod. It's quite clear to Westhead who is more important.

Lesia: "Even if you don't care about other people's opinions, how can I dance with you when I look like this?"

"So what if it looks like this?"

Seeing that Lesia was still unhappy, Westhead couldn't help but pick up the silver-haired princess by her waist, clasped his left hand with the latter's right hand, and laughed:

"All manners, all manners, all rules. Throw them all out the window!"

"Let's just dance! Only in this way can we live up to our lives!"

(End of this chapter)