I won't let anyone carry the weight for me
I don't want anyone's protection
I am responsible for everything
"Grandma, you're such a bear. God, you're really kidding me this time."
"... This young master turns out to be a beautiful girl, free and uninhibited, okay? What's wrong with this face? He looks like he's just waiting to die. Did God give me this weak scholar's body just to kill me? It's a pity that my face and body have only been used for a few years... And the internal skills that I have worked hard to train, my Qingfeng Step, my Juehun Finger, my Guiyue Sword, and I fucked his grandma's bastard turtle grandson."
The tail notes rise slightly, and the warm voice carries a calming power and a faint smile.
Ping Ze, in fact, is a guy who is not calm at all. He is free and easy and arrogant. He is more like a charlatan than any other charlatan. He burns bowls of noodles without changing his expression and greets the 18th generation of the other party's ancestors as soon as he speaks. It happens that such a person has a better appearance than Pan An. No matter what rude words he says or what rude things he does, he is completely incompatible with rudeness.
That man, always dressed in white robes and black coats, wanders freely north and south across the river like the wind.
Although his whole body was soaked, the man who was smiling freely didn't care at all. He smiled like that, and there was no trace of embarrassment in his every move, only a leisurely attitude as if he was alone in the world.
This is a man who lives freely and freely as he pleases. Seeing that the gentle scholar-like face of Ping Cheng had the hearty smile of a knight-errant, Feng Yu silently made such a conclusion in his heart.