Chang'an, at the noodle stall.
The mist was dense and enchanting.
The hazy fog, blending with the continuous autumn rain, created a tranquil atmosphere.
Fang Yang, with his stern face, was smiling at the noodle-selling girl in front of him, a playful look in his eyes, finding the situation quite amusing.
Truth be told, since he had transmigrated, he had killed many people, countless dying at his hands. Under such circumstances, it was incredibly amusing that someone would claim he was good-natured.
"How could that be possible?"
The somewhat delicate girl heard Fang Yang's words, paused for a moment, then firmly looked up and declared.
"Big brother is so handsome, and being able to come to our small noodle stall to eat shows that he's a good person. Since he's a good person, naturally he can't be a demon lord."
"So being handsome makes one a good person?"
Fang Yang couldn't help but chuckle at her words, yet thought there was some truth to them.
