After they left the main peak, the little guy pursed his lips and asked: "Who is the man dressed in white robes?"
When Feng Jiu heard this, she was a little startled. She asked with a smile: "You mean Mo Chen? He is supposed to be the disciple of the Sky Master. Why? Do you think he looks a bit like a disgraced celestial being?"
"He's just a gigolo." He said, his face taut.
"Oh! A gigolo? They're not that good looking are they?" She laughed lightly but noticed that the little guy's expression was looking gloomier and gloomier. She couldn't help but found it amusing and reached out to pinch his skin and smiled jokingly: "But he's not as handsome as you. You are just so adorable."
Upon hearing this, the little boy's anger had subsided and the tips of his ears turned pink. His eyes glanced over at her with a little pride in them and he looked away: "Don't praise me with such superficial words."
