Actually, to say she was leading, well, that doesn't quite fit, it looked more like that woman was following right behind Mu Shaoling.
But what kind of woman is she exactly? Should we call her a butterfly or a fairy of flowers, or perhaps a painter's palette?
I've never seen so many colors on one person before.
That's supposed to be a dress, right? Bloody hell, the skirt below had a ring of cloth tassels hanging from the waist, and those tassels were as long as the hem of the skirt. Not only that, but there were as many colors of tassels as there were tassels themselves.
Her hair too, braided into various little whips, tied at the ends with strings of different colors.
Overall, it was a riot of colors.
Luo Linhao's mouth hung open when he saw her.
Ultimately, "Brother Shaoling really is Brother Shaoling, his taste is just so unique,"
Mu Shaofeng coughed twice, covering up his own embarrassment, then nodded in agreement, "Not something ordinary people could measure up to."