"Clothes make the man and the harness makes the horse; every person's appearance is one-third natural and two-thirds adornment."
Lu Bei changed into a hawker's clothing, adding a thousand percent to his charm and attractiveness. Turning from a white-faced pretty boy to an expert on hard living, he longed for someone to praise him.
Not much, only needing three days and three nights.
The five dead soldiers couldn't utter a word, and the Gold Scale Fine Snake could only hiss. Other than the mirror which could show who the most handsome man in the world was, on this ship, the only person Lu Bei could flaunt to was She Huan.
However, it was impossible.
She Huan advanced to the Innate Realm ahead of Lu Bei. After a tragic beginning, her confidence seriously declined. She reverted to her previous resentful demeanor. To pry her mouth open for a compliment might only be possible in dreams.
"Mrs. She, how do you like my clothes?"
