The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Lady, you look so beautiful when you smile!"

Li Dao immediately regretted saying those words. He promised that he did not think twice before blurting out these words.

Yang Chan laughed once again, picking up the fine hair at the side of her ear, and charmingly shouted, "How bold and ordinary, you dare to be disrespectful to an immortal?"

A woman's hair was much thinner than a man's. In particular, the tiny hair on her ears and temples were the innate abilities of every woman.

When a woman unconsciously lifted up her hair in front of a man, it was sufficient to show that she had a good impression of the man in front of her.

Furthermore, men were especially fond of such things, especially beautiful women. When they lifted their hair, they were extremely flirtatious, and were beyond beauties.

Of course, Li Dao would never admit that he was moved.

"All living things are equal, even immortals are humans. So what if they are commoners? "Miss, don't tell me you have a prejudice against us mortals?"

Li Dao couldn't help but chuckle as he stared into Yang Chan's eyes, causing her to blush shyly and blush all the way down to her cheeks.

Men were always like this. They were usually taciturn, like oil bottles, but once they met a beautiful woman, they would speak very boldly, with a sense of humor and humor, as if they were completely different from others.

Li Dao was not someone who would be shy when seeing a woman. Moreover, in terms of cultivation, he was two whole realms above Yang Chan. It was impossible for such a situation to exist.

"You scoundrel, forcing your way through words and reasoning, I have heard your previous words that were frivolous to me." Yang Chan did not dare meet Li Dao's gaze, and her tone of voice also weakened. No matter how valiant a woman was, when she faced a man she had a good impression of, she would always become shy and become a lady.

Liu Yanchang also returned to his senses. He looked at Yang Chan in a daze, the corner of her mouth dripping with saliva, unable to be wiped away. As for the 'strange power' that he had mentioned earlier, he had long since forgotten about it. He, Liu Yanchang, was not an unchangeable rogue.

Liu Yanchang swore that in more than twenty years of his life, he had never seen such a beautiful woman.

Thinking of him, Liu Yanchang, because of his good looks, he was tricked into his home at the age of thirteen by the next door's widow Wang, enjoying his life to the fullest.

From then on, Liu Yanchang ate the taste of the marrow and became one of the village women. His body became worse and worse every day, and Yuan Yang was already a mess. When he was fifteen, he went out to study. With his good looks, he hooked up with so many rich young mistresses and took away so many red balls. In fact, he didn't even need to pay to enter or leave the brothel.

It was from the myriad flowers that Liu Yanchang felt more intuitively about Yang Chan's beauty.

Seeing Li Dao and Yang Chan talking and laughing, Liu Yanchang naturally felt jealous in his heart. Everyone looks just as handsome, so why would a girl like you have such green eyes?

Not only were women the vases of vinegar, men were also very scary when it came to jealous men. Many brothers, Ni wall, father and son, were maiming each other because of women.

As long as a woman was beautiful enough, a man could do anything ridiculous for her. It made sense. As long as a man was handsome enough, he could make a woman do anything crazy for him.

The difference was that men became ridiculous for women, and women became crazy for men.

Thus, Liu Yanchang wiped off the saliva at the corner of his mouth and spoke with a sour tone, "Brother Li, why are you being so rude to this goddess? This is simply losing the demeanor of a scholar! "

As he finished speaking, he didn't even look at Li Dao. Instead, he walked a few feet in front of Yang Chan and stopped. He cupped his hands together in salute, "I am Liu Xiang, Yan Chang. Fairy, please call me Yan Chang."

Yang Chan glanced at Liu Yanchang and faintly smiled, revealing his bright white teeth, and said while spitting out orchids, "Young Master Liu, there is no need to be so polite!"

Listening to Yang Chan's oriole like clear and melodious voice, Liu Yanchang felt as if his heart was melting.

However, after Yang Chan returned the salute, she no longer looked at him and instead turned around and walked in front of Li Dao. She leaned very close and the fragrance even entered Li Dao's nostrils.

Compared to a hypocritical gentleman like Liu Yanchang who seemed refined, elegant, and very particular about etiquette, Li Dao was naturally more attractive.

If two men were equally handsome, a gentleman and a prodigal, then most women would be attracted to the prodigal. Men are not bad, women do not love, the law of gold, definitely not a joke.

Li Dao glanced at Liu Yanchang, who was about to erupt in flames, and decided to agitate him again. He immediately extended his hand and grabbed a strand of Yang Chan's hair to sniff.

"As expected of a fairy, it really is fragrant. If only I could marry her and bring me home to warm my bed!"

Yang Chan actually did not react to Li Dao's actions in a short period of time. Actually, she did not have any ability to guard against a man or a woman. In her eyes, she was an immortal, while Li Dao was a mortal. If she didn't want Li Dao to touch her, how could a mortal like Li Dao touch her? Was it because this person practiced martial arts and was relatively skilled? Thinking about that, Yang Chan's face couldn't help but turn red again. It was boiling hot, and beating an egg on her face would most likely cook her into a poached egg.

Actually, Yang Chan's thinking was quite wrong. Li Dao's actions were purely done according to her intentions and she did not deliberately do so. If Yang Chan wanted to hide, she could. For example, if the female lead of an idol movie were to encounter an overbearing CEO, would they really be able to escape? Or did they really not have the strength to struggle?

"You … "You lecher, why are you doing this?"

Yang Chan reacted. She pointed her slender hand at Li Dao and took two steps back, her face full of anger.

Li Dao laughed and asked, "Which one am I?"

Yang Chan's face became even hotter and hotter, and she said, "Who wants to marry you, a lecher like you, to marry you as a concubine?"

At this moment, not only did Liu Yanchang's heart ache, he was also burning with anger. As an old hand at flowers, how could he not see through Yang Chan's current condition? She was clearly going to fall!