Chapter 140: Disorder (11)_1

Although he often spouted nonsense in public, Fu Qian always considered himself to be an honest person.

On many occasions, he possessed a strange seriousness.

For instance, the conclusion that each had its own merits, which he had just reached, was the result of repeated deliberation and impartial comparison.

It was certainly not a reckless remark.

The marvelous image he had just seen was, in Fu Qian's view, an ultimate embodiment of life's aesthetic beauty.

Yet the lady before him, though frail and slender, and tightly hidden within a voluminous cloak, still exuded an indescribable allure.

It was a charm that skipped conventional standards of judgment and directly instilled the concept of beauty into one's consciousness.

Moreover, even in this sunless underground, confined with countless deformed corpses, she still maintained a unique elegance.

When she heard Fu Qian's assessment, the pointed-hat lady showed clear surprise.

"You have a discerning eye,"