Ah Yao was stunned. She clasped her pipa and seemed slightly distracted.
She was from the Yougui Pavilion and had seen all kinds of Saints on the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, so she should not be affected by outsiders.
However, when the sickly young master looked over, she still felt her heart tremble. She subconsciously turned away and did not dare to look at him.
So handsome!
However, being handsome was only secondary!
This sickly young master seemed to have some kind of magical power. His temperament was like a deep abyss. It was also like a star pond that sucked people's minds away... Creation was so unfair. How could it create such a peerless face?
"I..." After she paused for half an aura, Ah Yao regained her senses and found the words she wanted to say just now.
She still didn't dare to look at the sickly young master. She only turned around and said gently, "Qiao'er, bring me some wine."
"Miss Ah Yao, you can't..."
