Fang Yuan looked down towards Xue Er.
She was young and beautiful, she was tall and vibrant, she had blue eyes and hair, she had the icy trait of her variant human race.
Her tender skin and plump chest would make countless men pay attention towards her.
She was undoubtedly the number one beauty of the snowman tribe.
But Fang Yuan was unmoved by her beauty. Not just that, he even found trouble with her: "This is the sincerity of the snowmen?"
Xue Er could not understand what Fang Yuan meant, she quickly said: "Lord Fang Yuan, please do not misunderstand."
"Such a small gift and you want to have a marriage connection with me? Your tribe is dreaming if they think it is so easy to gain help equivalent to that of a rank eight." Fang Yuan sneered.
Xue Er was dazed.
Fang Yuan spoke so plainly she could not accept it.
She also felt some shame and anger in her heart.