"Hero!" Zhang Xiaohua was a little puzzled, somewhat surprised, this girl should not have seen him using the Flying Sword, and didn't witness any trace of his martial arts like Flying Skill. Why would she call him a hero?
Hearing Miss Nie's call, Little Tangerine rushed over to invite Zhang Xiaohua inside.
Zhang Xiaohua entered the room, put the food box and stationery on the table. At this moment, the room was already lit with candles, the dim evening twilight and the yellow lamplight made the entire small room not clearly visible. Miss Nie curled up on the Kang (Heated Brick Bed), lying on her back on the thick bedding, her upper body slightly raised, her ink-like eyes unblinking as she stared at Zhang Xiaohua.
Zhang Xiaohua coughed lightly and said, "Miss, I think you are mistaken. My name is Ren Xiaoyao, and I'm not a hero."
