I just covet their strength

Chapter 97: Almost Got Raped

"Besides, if you really want to become a hero, you can't do it behind closed doors. How can you assume that you can get the qualifications for promotion in the safe area of ​​the empire? I think reclaiming my homeland is the key to my promotion to a hero."

Westhead smiled, and his words seemed to imply that he would use the achievement of regaining the territory as a qualification for his own promotion.

"You are right, but don't forget that you have an appointment with Yuanxi Palace today."

Yulda nodded, left Westhead to continue his training, and turned around to do her own thing.

The morning passed in the blink of an eye. When Westhead finished his exercise with great reluctance, Yulda appeared from nowhere and handed him a towel and a drink while saying:
"Brother, Yuan Xigong happened to be visiting, and I have invited her to the courtyard."

"Well, I'll be there right away."

Westhead rested for a moment and then headed straight to the courtyard of the mansion.

The verdant and soft green grass covers the ground like a blanket. On the grass there is an exquisite white jade pavilion, a swing woven with vines and flowers, and of course the round table for afternoon tea in the center.

Luyetan's hair, which was brown with a slight hint of dark yellow, fell over her shoulders. In the sunlight, it had a lead-like texture and was as soft and smooth as silk.

There is black and gold silk at the neckline of the white dress. If you look closely, you will find that the seemingly plain white dress is covered with light golden embroidery that is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. The maker has used an almost showy technique to turn the long dress into a gorgeous work of art.

It complements Luyetan's noble and elegant temperament.

Yuan Xigong crossed her long, round, white legs and leaned back on the chair, with a slim and beautiful figure.

But the emerald-haired half-elf maid, whose figure was infinitely more vulgar than hers, standing nearby pouring tea, was not so noticeable.

When she heard the footsteps, Luyetan put down the cup of black tea, looked at Westhead, stroked her pretty cheek with her white gloves, tilted her head and smiled:
"Ah, isn't this our handsome Lord Qinghui, who is both talented in literature and martial arts?"

Westhead's eyes widened: "Yuanxi Palace? You disgust me as soon as you come here, right?"

Luyetan blinked innocently and said, "Ah, is Lord Exiah dissatisfied?"

Westhead shuddered when he heard this and gritted his teeth and said:
"Please stop talking, my toes are curled up!"

This nickname can really be ranked among the most hated things in Westhead. As for its origin.
On the night when the trial ended, Westhead had a small gathering with Lord Yingyan of Yuanxi Palace. Then he went back and slept for a day and a night to digest the sublimation of his body.

However, in just this one night, public opinion in the empire completely exploded.

The Secret Realm Trial itself was not a big deal, it was a regular feature of every Holy Tree Festival, but the personal presence of the God Ancestor's Will was big news after a century, and the entire imperial capital was paying close attention to it.

Those who were not present at the scene were also eager to know the slightest bit of the oracle and frantically asked for details.

In addition, Selvira's praise of Westhead as "capable of both literature and martial arts, and very handsome" was misinterpreted and said to be the evaluation given to Lord Qinghui by the [Holy Tree of Glory], and was immediately regarded as a golden rule by the people of the imperial capital.

Even Westhead was given the title of "Archangel of Power". In the eyes of the people in the imperial capital, since he was so highly praised by the God Ancestor, he was worthy of the title of "Messenger of God" and he deserved the name of Archangel of Power!

Westhead couldn't stand to hear this. If this nickname was a derogatory and insulting name for himself, he didn't care at all. He would just treat it as a spring breeze and laugh it off.

But the problem is that others sincerely regard it as a compliment and are not being sarcastic at all.

Sincere words are sharp knives from which there is no escape.

Westhead felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to die whenever he heard it.

"Originally I would not have remembered this anecdote, but when your sister mentioned it, I thought Lord Qinghui liked this kind of boasting. So it turns out he doesn't like it?"

Seeing Westhead grinding his teeth, Luyetan couldn't help but smile.

"Yuerda?!"

Westhead looked to the side and saw the white-blond girl turned her head away, covering her fairy-like cold beauty with one hand.

"Sorry, brother, I'm used to it." "Forget it."

Westhead also understood Yurda's character. It would be better to kill her directly than to force her to restrain herself from bragging about the family's glory to outsiders.

"Lord Qinghui, there is no need for you to react so violently. Although the word angel is an exaggeration, the content of the praise is an indisputable fact. Especially the fact that he is handsome, there is no doubt about it."

After Westhead sat down in front of her, Luyetan also crossed her fingers and supported her pretty chin, staring at the face of the head of the Qinghui family.

The brown and black hair seemed to be blended with the gentle night color, and the deep and charming purple eyes were like black holes, and just looking at them seemed to suck away the soul.

His flawless facial features create a dreamlike beauty. Even if one searches through all the princes charming in a young girl's dreams, one cannot find a great face that can compare to his.

The black dress is fitted at the waist and fits closely to the body, revealing the outline of the muscles. The scent she exudes after a workout is like a mellow wine.

It's intoxicating.

Westhead's words and actions reveal an incomparable temperament!

This beauty transcends race, age, and gender; it is the ultimate masculine charm.

Luyetan's eyes were dazed for a moment, then she stopped smiling, pressed her tight thighs together under the round table, and bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth:
"I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that Lord Qinghui seems to be more attractive?"

Westhead noticed Luyetan's change and frowned, then he felt another pair of fiery gazes staring at him. He looked up and met Rozana's gaze and was immediately startled.

The obsession and desire in the eyes of the half-elf maid almost devoured Westhead alive. If Luyetan had not been there, he doubted whether Rozana would have pounced on him directly.

"Bam—"

Oh, there is no doubt about it, Rozana has already pounced on the corner of the table and grabbed Westhead's shoulders tightly.

The beautiful face was flushed, and her red lips were almost imprinted on the handsome young man's cheek.

"Rozana!"

Luyetan's cold shout woke the half-elf maid from her frenzy.

The green-haired half-elf lady immediately became at a loss:

"Yuanyuan Xigong, I, I."

Luyetan tapped the round table with her fingertips: "Calm down for a moment and stop looking at Lord Qinghui."

"It's Yuanxi Palace."

Rozana lowered her head in shame and quickly left the courtyard.

It's really annoying. I almost got rapped.

Westhead straightened his collar and explained to Luyetan:
"It's not her fault. It's my fault. After my rank was promoted, my bloodline talent seems to have been further enhanced. After all, Qinghui bloodline is like this."

Luyetan smiled and said, "Qinghui, I heard that the Bright Holy Spirit is the most beautiful among all the holy spirits. Only after meeting Lord Qinghui did I understand the meaning of this. It is a charm that is enough to make people lose their minds."

"I don't blame Rozana, because honestly, I almost couldn't resist kissing her - just kidding."

Westhead stared at Luyetan's evasive eyes, thinking.

This is no joke.

(End of this chapter)