In this remote ancient village, Zhang Sijia, with her beautiful face and delicate skin, was undoubtedly a dimensional crush compared to the village women with waxen complexions and rough, dark skin.
Lu Wenwu used his spiritual power to take in all the movements from all directions.
The village women looked at Zhang Sijia with eyes filled with covert hostility, casually pulling their husbands who had been enchanted by her back home by the ear.
For a moment, the whole road quieted down considerably.
Soon, everyone arrived at the residence led by Dazhu.
Aiken stood still at the courtyard gate, turned off the system's simultaneous interpretation, and pointed in the opposite direction, asking awkwardly in clumsy Chinese: "Here, glutinous rice shop, why, in village? Red words, not very auspicious, right?"
Dazhu, indulged in beauty, awoke and looked at Aiken bewilderedly: "What did you say, blond boss?"
