Chapter 86: Returning to Her Hometown

  "I used to have feelings for you, indeed, because of that good-looking face of yours." I took a few deep breaths, and the original owner of this body seemed to be getting angry as well: "Everyone has a fondness for beauty, there's nothing strange about it. Just like how my brother likes my sister, if she were ugly, you probably wouldn't even give her a second glance."

  A good-looking person is most afraid that others will only love his appearance, but Song Ming was an exception. He said with pride: "You have some insight, so I'll forgive your crime of admiring me!"

  My lips twitched, and indeed shameless, so I also said shamelessly: "This is truly grateful, thank you, thank you again!" I paused for a moment and said: "However, big brother, please remember that I really don't like you anymore, not even a bit of feeling. If others hear this in the future, I'm afraid it won't be just listening to idle gossip."

  Song Ming looked at me and said, "Being liked by such an ugly freak is really embarrassing. This general will definitely not say it out loud." To be honest, I now very much hope that this hateful great general dies on the battlefield. He actually said I'm ugly.

  Alright, I admit that Su Su doesn't look very good now, at least she can be considered "refined" and yet you say I'm ugly, a villain who can be killed but not insulted, me, me, me...

  I haven't even had a chance to enjoy myself yet, when someone outside shouted that Baili Village has arrived, and the horse carriage in front can no longer move forward.

  They say that to become rich, one must first build roads (Su Su asks: Who said this? Bing Shan is bewildered and shakes his head: The sky is dark, I want to sleep!). Looking at these poor conditions, even a horse carriage can't pass through, no wonder they have to rely on marrying off their daughter to make a living.

  Song Ming jumped down from the carriage, and a servant immediately squatted down under the carriage. The old woman held my hand and gestured for me to get on, but how could I be so corrupt? How could I trample on someone's back to cross the road?

  I got off the carriage with the help of the madam's hand and gently said to the person who was lying under the carriage, "Get up, you shouldn't be doing this kind of thing."