No matter how hard he tried, he could not imagine how this person really looked like.
He was like the most beautiful dagger crafted by the world's most powerful weaponsmith. It could be placed in a museum as a beautiful piece of art admired by the orcs, but it could also be used as a weapon to hurt people. The snow-white blade did not stain blood when killing people, but the blood that flowed along the snow-white blade was still dazzling.
This was a weapon that everyone wanted.
Dou Wenqing realized that compared to rejecting this dangerous person, he wanted to get him more.
Perhaps it was because he liked to play with knives, so this divine weapon that was especially harmless and beautiful when it was sheathed and extremely sharp when it was unsheathed was especially pleasing to the eye.
Dou Wenqing found a reason for her mood.
It was rare for him to like something, so he didn't mind being a little more patient with this rare liking.
