The Eternal Beauty of the City of Wealth

"My second wish is to become the best-looking and most beautiful woman in that city."

"I want my height to be 175cm and my weight to be 120kg. I want my beautiful face to stay at 18 forever."

"I want to master the most advanced martial arts of ancient and modern times, including light skills and fighting techniques."

"I want to have an invulnerable body like diamond. Also, I want to make everyone who wants to harm me suffer back in the same way they want to harm me."

"I also want to be immortal, immune to all poisons and diseases, and more."

Seeing that she was about to speak, the messenger immediately raised his hand to interrupt her: "Stop!"

Yang Xuan looked at him in panic: "Messenger, am I asking for too much?"

The messenger remained expressionless, "No! You are now immortal, so you don't need to ask for anything more."

Yang Xuan was extremely surprised: "Really? Then, have all my wishes been fulfilled? I can't ask for anything more."

The messenger waved his hand: "No!"

Yang Xuan almost jumped up with joy and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay!"

She paused and closed her eyes again: "Let me think about it!"

Yang Xuan patted his forehead lightly: "Oh, yes, and I want to have all kinds of skills from ancient times."

"I want to learn all the books, texts, languages, animal language, the art of identifying people, reading minds, the art of invisibility, the art of disguise, and the top medical skills of both Chinese and Western medicine."

The messenger nodded gently and asked, "Anything else?"

Yang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "No, I guess it's gone. I can't remember it."

"Well then, this messenger will help you fulfill your second wish right now."

After saying that, he pointed the bronze mirror in his hand at Yang Xuan, muttering something silently.

In a flash, Yang Xuan felt a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, and his body was sucked in uncontrollably.

After about an incense stick's time, the messenger patted the bronze mirror and muttered something.

With a swish, Yang Xuan was released from the mirror again. She felt dizzy and a little unsteady on her feet, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ah! She screamed in surprise. The messenger held his forehead and said, "Get up, come and look at yourself."

After saying this, he gently waved his robe sleeve over the bronze mirror.

In an instant, the original bronze mirror turned into a shiny dressing mirror, standing steadily in front of Yang Xuan.

She subconsciously looked in the mirror. Ah! Is this really me? Yang Xuan stared at the person in the mirror with wide eyes.

In the mirror stood a peerless and beautiful woman, wearing a milky white dress, with a face as white as a peach blossom, skin as white as cream, red lips, white teeth, and willow-shaped eyebrows as black as ink.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are smart and charming, and the watery eyes are full of emotion.

Her black hair was like a waterfall of flowing clouds, draped over her shoulders in a soft and silky manner.

Her tall figure is curvy and graceful, and her pair of straight long legs are as white as two jade pillars standing upright.

Yang Xuan covered her cherry lips, which were wide open in surprise, with her hands. This was actually true, she really became a great beauty.

The peerless beauty that every woman wants to have has actually been realized in herself.

In my previous life, although I was not a beauty, I had an ordinary face that everyone could accept.

She is only about 1.6 meters tall, but as the president of the group, she is full of power and wealth.

But every time she saw those beautiful girls with tall figures and long legs, she would feel an inexplicable sense of inferiority in her heart.

Long legs, hehe, I have them too, um, I have to see what he looks like.

So, her hands involuntarily lifted up her long dress, revealing her long, white and tender legs.

Suddenly, two male voices of varying pitch reached Yang Xuan's ears: "Ah! You, what are you doing? Put it down!"

She looked up and saw that the King of Hell had turned his head to the side with a strange expression.

A blush appeared on the messenger's expressionless face.

Seeing this, Yang Xuan burst into laughter: "Haha, hahahahaha..."

She completely ignored her beautiful image and even forgot where she was.

What was even more exaggerated was that she excitedly picked up the messenger and started spinning around wildly.

The messenger was ashamed and annoyed, and shouted loudly: "Let me go, let me go!"

Yang Xuan spun around, muttering to himself, "The ancients' thinking was so feudal. Isn't it just a hug and showing a thigh? Why are you so nervous?"

Hey, why is this handsome messenger so light?

The clothes are like gauze, the body is like air, there is no sense of grip at all, what's going on?

Could it be that he... he's not human? Oh my god! There's a ghost!

When Yang Xuan thought of this, he was so scared that he immediately let go of the little hand holding the messenger.

In an instant, the messenger floated up in the air like a kite with a broken string.