Twelfth Holy Guard (II)

Sima Xian finally raised his head, though some rice grains still stuck to his face, “Who said I gave up?! Your bro gets braver the bigger the obstacle. She said she doesn’t like baldies? Has-drugs-bro, I’m going with you today as well, and with a wig on me this time. And she doesn’t like a priest? Then this man will go with his armor.” At first, this guy had tried to appear very polite and refined yesterday, intentionally coming with a priest gown to accompany Lin Xin to the Alliance’s Great Auction House.

Hearing him say that, everyone couldn’t help but break out in laughter, and Han Yu remarked, “Do your best Sima. We will support you whole-heartedly. Just try to forget about that pure beauty as early as you can.”

Sima Xian wasn’t ugly in appearance; on the contrary, he gave a manly and tough look, resolute to the bone and tenacious. His imposing build easily gave a sense of security.