The boy's face was indeed covered with scars from severe burns, just as he had originally thought. However, beneath the blood-red scars, three or four small human faces could be vaguely seen.

Those faces were only the size of a child's palm, and were crookedly distributed on his cheeks and forehead. Because they were burned by the fierce fire, the facial features of each little face were shrunken violently, as if screaming in pain. These screaming weird little faces squeezed on his originally normal face, which was really more terrifying than any ghost!

The moment Xie Lian saw this face, he felt as if he had fallen into a nightmare. The huge fear made him numb, so much so that he didn't know when he stood up. He also didn't know what expression appeared on his face, but it must have been very scary. The young man took his time to remove the bandage. He was originally uneasy. After seeing his reaction, he also took two steps back. It seemed that he knew that Xie Lian could not accept this face. As if to protect himself, he suddenly covered the terrifying face, jumped up from the ground, screamed, and fled into the depths of the woods.

Xie Lian finally came back to his senses and said, “Wait!!!”

He chased after her and said, "Wait! Come back!"

But it took him a long time to react, and the boy was familiar with the route in the mountains and was used to escaping and hiding in the dark. He disappeared without a trace in a moment, and refused to come out no matter how he called. There was no one around to help him search, and his magic power was exhausted, so he couldn't communicate with the spirits. He ran in the mountains for a while, but he searched for half an hour without any results. The cold wind blew, and he sobered up a little. He knew that it was not a good idea to run around like a headless fly. He forced himself to calm down and thought to himself: "Maybe he will go back and take away Miss Xiaoying's body." He turned back to the front of Mingguang Temple, but was startled.

Many men in black had gathered in the woods behind the temple, looking serious, and were carefully lowering the more than 40 bodies that were hung upside down. In front of the woods, there was a tall figure with his hands folded, watching. Turning around, he saw a handsome and cold young man, it was Fuyao. It seemed that he had gone back and brought a group of priests from the Xuanzhen Temple to help.

Just as Xie Lian was about to speak, he heard footsteps behind him. Nan Feng had also returned after seeing off the villagers. Seeing this, he glanced at Fu Yao and said, "Didn't you run away on your own?"

This was very unpleasant to hear, and Fuyao raised her eyebrows in displeasure. Xie Lian didn’t want them to quarrel again at this critical moment, so he said, “I asked him to go back and get help.”

Nan Feng sneered, "What about the reinforcements? I thought we should at least ask your general to come down in person."

Fuyao said calmly, "When I went back, I heard that General Xiao Pei had come down, so I didn't go to look for our general. Besides, even if I went to look for him, he's so busy that he might not be able to come down."

To be honest, based on Xie Lian's understanding of Mu Qing, he would not be willing to come down in person even if he had time. But he didn't have time to think about it at the moment, and said tiredly: "Don't quarrel for now, help me first and find the bandaged boy together."

Nan Feng frowned and said, "Wasn't he with you just now, guarding the girl's body?"

Xie Lian said, “I asked him to take off the bandage, but I scared him away.”

Fuyao curled her lips and said, "Not really. Your female attire isn't that scary."

Xie Lian sighed, “It’s my fault that I was stunned and didn’t react. He was already deeply traumatized by Miss Xiaoying’s death, and he thought I was frightened by his face and couldn’t stand the shock, so he ran away.”

Fuyao wrinkled her nose and said, "Is he really that ugly?"

Xie Lian said, “It’s not a question of whether he’s ugly or not. He… has a face virus.”

After hearing those three words, Nan Feng and Fu Yao's movements and expressions instantly froze.

They finally understood why Xie Lian was stunned just now.

Eight hundred years ago, the imperial city of the ancient country of Xianle was swept by a plague, which eventually destroyed the country. In that kind of plague, people who were sick would first have small lumps on their bodies, which would grow larger, harder, and slightly painful. Then you would find that the lump began to become uneven, with three depressions and one bulge, just like... eyes, mouth, and nose. Then the facial features became clearer and clearer, and finally, they grew into a shape similar to a human face. If left alone, more and more human faces would grow on your body. It is said that some human faces, when they grow to the end, will be able to speak and even scream.

The name of this plague is called human face plague!

Fuyao's expression changed again and again, and she lowered her arms and said, "How is this possible! This kind of thing was put out hundreds of years ago, and it will never appear again."

Xie Lian only said one sentence: "I didn't see it wrong."

Nan Feng and Fu Yao were both unable to refute. No one could refute what Xie Lian said.

Xie Lian said, “There are traces of burns on his face. He might have wanted to burn off the faces of these necrotic people.”

When someone has a human-faced sore, the first reaction of many people is to cut off this horrible thing with a knife, or burn it to death with fire, even if it means cutting flesh and breaking bones. Nan Feng said in a deep voice: "Then he is probably not an ordinary person, and he may have lived in this world for hundreds of years. Putting aside other things, is the disease on him contagious?"

Although his head was splitting, Xie Lian still calmed down and thought about this question, and said with certainty: "No. The human-faced plague is extremely contagious. If the plague poison in that young man is still contagious, he should have infected the entire area after hiding in Yujun Mountain for so long. His plague poison should have been... cured. However, the scar left behind cannot be removed."

The three of them did not dare to be careless. Fuyao seemed to have a high status in Xuanzhen Temple. She summoned the priests to search Yujun Mountain. However, they could not find the trace of the boy no matter what. They were afraid that he had escaped from Yujun Mountain and disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people. For now, they could only return to the heaven and ask Lingwen Temple to help find him and wait for news. They were a little relieved that the things on the boy were not contagious, but Xie Lian thought that he looked so scary. If he was found after going down the mountain, he would be regarded as a monster and shouted and killed. He had to find him as soon as possible.

It was not good to delay any longer at Yujun Mountain, so Xie Lian picked up Xiaoying's body and walked down the mountain step by step. Because he was a little absent-minded, the tea doctor yelled and he realized that he almost carried the body into the Xiangfeng Shop. He apologized repeatedly and went out to bury the client before returning. After finishing everything and sitting down, Xie Lian sighed silently.

A matter finally came to an end, but he felt that the past few days after his ascension were more tiring than the one he spent collecting rags in the mortal world for a year. He climbed up and down, flew over eaves and walls, rolled and roared, changed clothes and performed acrobatics, and felt that his bones were about to fall apart. There were also many unsolved mysteries and troubles left. He really wanted to hang a sign behind him saying "Ascension is not as good as collecting rags" to lobby in the mortal world. Fuyao lifted the hem of her clothes and sat down on his side. Finally, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, and said, "Why are you still wearing this clothes?"

Seeing his rolling eyes, Xie Lian actually felt an incomparable sense of intimacy. He then took off the wedding dress he had been wearing all the way, and while wiping off the rouge and powder on his face, he felt a little depressed: "Then I have been wearing this dress while talking to General Pei? Nanfeng, it would have been better if you had reminded me just now."

Fuyao said, "Maybe it's because you look obviously happy in what you're wearing."

Nan Feng had been running all day and finally sat down to rest. He said, "No need to remind me. General Pei won't care what you wear. Even if you dress ten times weirder, he won't say a word to anyone else when he returns."

Xie Lian felt that the little priest had worked really hard tonight, so he poured him a cup of tea. He then thought of the cold and aloof demeanor of the young General Pei, and compared it to Xuan Ji’s frenzy, and said, “This young General Pei is really calm and composed, and he is very patient.”

Nan Feng drank the tea and said, "Don't be fooled by the fact that General Pei seems to be very polite. He is just like his ancestors, and is not easy to deal with."

Xie Lian could see this, of course. Fuyao actually agreed with this, saying, "Pei Su is a new noble who has only ascended to the throne in the last one or two hundred years, but he is very powerful and has climbed very fast. He was only a young man when he was appointed by General Pei. Do you know what he did at that time?"

Xie Lian asked, “What?”

Fuyao coldly spat out two words: "Massacre the city."

Xie Lian was thoughtful, but not surprised. In the heaven, there were emperors and generals everywhere. As the saying goes, one general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. To become an immortal, one must first become a hero. The footsteps of heroes are all bloody. Fuyao concluded: "In the heaven, few are easy to get along with. No one can be trusted."

Xie Lian couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard his tone of admonishing the younger generation from an experienced person. He wondered if Fuyao had been bullied in the heavens and was deeply touched by what he said. However, he also knew that although he had ascended to heaven three times, each time he stayed in the heavens was as short as a flash in the pan, and it was gone in a flash. In terms of the degree of understanding of the gods and immortals in the heavens, he might not be as good as these two young priests. Nanfeng seemed to strongly disagree with Fuyao's statement and said, "Don't be alarmist. There are good and bad people everywhere. There are still many priests in the heavens who are trustworthy."

Fuyao said, "Haha, trustworthy priest, are you talking about your general?"

Nan Feng said: "I don't know if it's my general, but it's definitely not your general."

Xie Lian was already used to this kind of situation and was not surprised by it. In addition, he had something on his mind and did not even have the strength to open it.

After finishing the work in the north and returning to the heaven, he first went to Lingwen Palace and told him about the bandaged boy, and asked Lingwen to cast a net to find him in the human world. Lingwen also looked solemn after hearing this, and agreed, and finally said: "Lingwen Palace will definitely do its best to search. But I really didn't expect that a trip to the north would involve so many things. Your Highness really worked hard this time."

Xie Lian said, “I also need to thank the two young priests who volunteered to help, and General Pei from Mingguang Hall. I really don’t know how to thank them.”

Ling Wen said, "Since it was Old Pei's bad fate that caused this trouble, it is naturally Little Pei who has to deal with it. He is used to dealing with things, so there is no need to thank him. Your Highness, if you have time later, please enter the spiritual communication formation. We still need to gather together to discuss this matter."

Xie Lian also had many questions that had not been answered. After leaving the Lingwen Hall, he wandered around and found a small stone bridge. The stone bridge crossed the gurgling river. The river water was so clear that one could see the mist flowing under the water. One could even see the undulating mountains and large square towns in the lower world through the water and the mist. He thought to himself, "This is a good place." He sat down at the end of the bridge, silently recited the command, and entered the formation.

As soon as he entered, the spiritual formation of the Upper Heaven Palace was surprisingly lively, with many voices flying around in the formation, creating a chaotic mess. The first thing he heard was Feng Xin's curse: "Fuck! Have you chosen which mountain to place the town?! That female ghost Xuan Ji is a lunatic. No matter what he asked her, she always insisted on seeing General Pei and refused to tell him where the green ghost Qi Rong was!"

General Xiao Pei said: "General Xuan Ji has always been stubborn and fierce."

Feng Xin's voice sounded very angry: "Little General Pei, has your General Pei come back? Let her see him quickly. Find out the whereabouts of Green Ghost Qi Rong and get rid of her immediately!"

Feng Xin was the least used to dealing with women, but he was asked to do the interrogation. Xie Lian couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic. General Pei said, “It’s useless to meet her. Meeting her will make you even crazier.”

A voice said, "Another forest of hanging corpses...Qi Rong's taste has always been so low, it's unpleasant."

"Even the ghost world despises his low taste, which shows that his taste is really very low."

The priests were communicating without interruption, showing that they were very familiar with each other. As a newcomer who had ascended to heaven eight hundred years ago, Xie Lian should have remained silent, but after listening for a long time, he couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Everyone, what's going on with the forest of hanging corpses in Yujun Mountain? Is the Green Ghost Qi Rong also nearby?"

Because he didn't often speak in the spirit communication array, his voice was unfamiliar, and the priests didn't know whether to respond. The first one to answer him was Feng Xin. He said, "The green ghost Qi Rong is not in Yujun Mountain. However, the female ghost Xuan Ji is offering him sacrifices according to his request in the forest of hanging corpses."

Xie Lian asked, “Xuan Ji is Qing Gui’s subordinate?”

General Xiao Pei said, "That's right. General Xuan Ji has been dead for hundreds of years. Although she had resentment before, she was unable to stir up trouble until she was spotted by the Green Ghost Qi Rong more than a hundred years ago. He admired her very much and recruited her as a subordinate. Only then did her magic power increase greatly."

What he actually meant was that General Pei could not be blamed for the rebellion by the female ghost Xuan Ji, because she was not that powerful to begin with. If anyone should be blamed, then blame the green ghost Qi Rong, because it was he who took Xuan Ji in, which allowed her to have the ability to harm people. The priests originally thought that this matter was actually General Pei’s own fault, but they did not say it explicitly. He had actually noticed it, and reminded him in such a light but appropriate way, and his words hid his thoughts even more deeply. Xie Lian then said, “Have you conducted a thorough investigation in Yujun Mountain? There should be another child spirit.”

This time, Mu Qing's voice came out, and he said indifferently: "Tong Ling? What Tong Ling?"

Xie Lian thought that Fuyao had probably not told him the details, and maybe she had even kept the fact that she came out to help a secret from him. He did not mention Fuyao to avoid causing trouble for him, and said, “When I was in the sedan chair, I heard a child laughing and singing a nursery rhyme. There were two young military officers from the Martial God Hall with me at the time, and they didn’t notice it. I guess this child spirit must have some amazing magical powers.”

Mu Qing said: "No child spirits have been found in Yujun Mountain."

Xie Lian was puzzled. Could it be that the child spirit came to remind him on purpose? Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something that he had been thinking about all the way. He asked, “Speaking of which, this time in Yujun Mountain, I met a young man who could control silver butterflies. Do you know who this young man is?”

The spiritual formation was originally noisy and busy, but as soon as he said this, it suddenly became silent.

Xie Lian had expected this kind of reaction. He waited patiently. After a while, Ling Wen asked, "Your Highness, what did you say just now?"

Mu Qing said coldly: "He just said that he met Hua Cheng."

Finally  knowing the name of the young man in red, Xie Lian felt inexplicably happy and said with a smile, “So his name is Hua Cheng? Well, that name suits him quite well.”

Hearing his tone and words, all the priests in the spiritual formation seemed to be speechless. After a moment, Ling Wen coughed lightly and said, "This... Your Highness, have you ever heard of the so-called four evils?"

Xie Lian thought to himself, “Shame on me, I only know four scenes.”

The so-called four famous scenes are the four beautiful stories of the four priests in the heaven before they ascended to heaven - the young master pours wine, the prince pleases the gods. The general breaks the sword, and the princess commits suicide. Among them, "the prince pleases the gods" refers to the stunning glimpse of the prince Xianle's magical martial arts. To be among the four scenes does not necessarily mean that the priest has the strongest magic power, but because their legend is the most widely spread and talked about by people. Xie Lian has always been slow to react to such news from the outside world. It can be said that he is ignorant, but after all, as one of the scenes, he has a little understanding. The "four major harms" are probably a new term that became popular later, but Xie Lian has never heard of it. Since the word "harm" is used, it must not be a good thing. He said: "I am ashamed to say that I have never heard of it. May I ask which four major harms are they?"

Mu Qing said coldly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince has been in the human world for hundreds of years, but he is so isolated from the news. I am really curious about what you were doing down there."

That means eating, sleeping, performing, and collecting rags. Xie Lian smiled and said, "As a human being, there are many things to do, and they are very complicated. It's not easier than being a priest."

Ling Wen said, "Your Highness, please remember these four evils: 'Black water sinks the boat, green lanterns travel at night.  White clothes bring disaster to the world, blood rain visits the flowers.' They refer to the four devil kings in the ghost world that are a great headache for the Upper Heaven and the Middle Heaven."

If a person goes up, he becomes a god; if he goes down, he becomes a ghost.

The gods and immortals have opened up the heavens as their residence, separating themselves from the human world, looking down on the mortal world from a high place, and towering over all living beings. However, the so-called ghost world has not yet been separated from the human world. Demons and ghosts share the same land with people, some lurking in the darkness, and some disguised as humans, mixing in with the crowd and wandering in the human world.

Lingwen continued, "The Black Water Sinking Boat is talking about a big water ghost. Although he is in a desperate situation, he rarely comes out to cause trouble. He is very low-key. Few people have seen him. Let's ignore him for now.

"Green Lantern Night Tour" refers to our green ghost Qi Rong, who has low taste and likes to hang upside down in the forest of corpses. However, he is the only one among the four evils who is not in a desperate situation. Why is he here? It may be because he has been causing trouble all year round and is very annoying. It may also be that it is easier to remember if he is added to make the total four, so I won't mention it.

"  The White-robed Troubles of the World, this one, you should be familiar with, Your Highness. His name is Bai Wuxiang."

Xie Lian, who was sitting at the end of the stone bridge, suddenly felt a sharp pain spreading from his heart to every part of his body when he heard the name. The back of his hand began to tremble slightly, and he unconsciously clenched his fist.

Of course he was familiar with it.

It is said that when "Jue" appears in the world, he can bring disaster to the country. When Bai Wuxiang appeared in the world, the first country he destroyed was Xianle Country.

Xie Lian remained silent. Ling Wen continued, "However, Bai Wuxiang has been destroyed. No need to mention him. Even if he still exists in the world, I'm afraid it's not his turn to take the spotlight now.

"Your Highness, the silver butterfly you saw on Yujun Mountain is also called the Death Butterfly. Its owner is the last of the four, and the one the world least wants to mess with today, 'Blood Rain Scholar', Hua Cheng."

In the heavens, the ones who deserved to be called "famous" were Emperor Shenwu and Prince Xianle. Although the meanings of these two were completely opposite, their fame was basically the same. In the ghost world, if you wanted to pick someone who was as famous as them, there was no one else besides Huacheng.

If you want to know more about a priest, go out for a walk, find a temple, go in, see what  clothes the statue wears , and what instruments it holds, and you will probably know something. If you want to know more, listen to the myths and legends passed down by word of mouth. What the priests were like when they were human and what they did have been almost completely dug out. But it is different for demons and ghosts. What kind of people they were when they were human and what they look like now are almost all mysteries.

The name Huacheng must be fake, and his appearance must be fake too. Because in the rumors, he is sometimes a moody and perverse boy, sometimes a gentle and handsome man, and sometimes a vicious and beautiful female ghost. The only thing that is certain about his true self is that he wears  red clothes and often appears in bloody storms, with silver butterflies chasing between his  clothes and sleeves.

As for his origin, there are countless versions. Some say he was a deformed child, born without a right eye, so he suffered from bullying since childhood and hated the world; some say he was a young soldier who died for his homeland and his soul was unwilling to give up; some say he was a fool who was suffering because of the death of his beloved; and some say he was a monster. The most bizarre version is said to be - just said. It is said that Huacheng is actually a priest who ascended to heaven. However, after he ascended to heaven, he jumped down and fell into a ghost. However, this is just a legend that is not widely circulated. It is unknown whether it is true or not, and not many people believe it. Having said that, even if it is true, it must be false. Because there are people in this world who would rather jump down to become ghosts than be gods, which is too embarrassing for the heaven. In short, the more different opinions there are, the more fog there is.

There are many reasons why the various priests are particularly wary of Hua Cheng. For example, his temperament is unpredictable, sometimes he is cruel and bloodthirsty, and sometimes he does strange good deeds. Another example is that he has great power in the human world and has many believers.

Yes, people worship gods, pray for blessings, and stay away from the invasion of demons and monsters, so the priests have many believers. However, Huacheng is a ghost, but it also has a huge number of believers in the human world, almost to the point of covering the sky with one hand.

Here, I have to say that when Huacheng first emerged, he did something very famous.

He openly challenged the thirty-five priests of the Heavenly Palace to a duel, in which he would fight the God of War and discuss the law with the God of Literature.

Thirty-three of the thirty-five priests found it ridiculous, but were also angered by his provocation. They accepted the challenge and prepared to join forces to teach him a lesson.

The first person to compete with him was the God of War.

The God of War is the most powerful deity in the heavens, and almost all of them have many followers and great magical powers. Facing a fledgling imp, it can be said that they are sure to win. Who would have thought that after one battle, the whole army was annihilated, and even the divine weapons were all smashed to pieces by Hua Cheng's extremely strange scimitar!

Only after the fight did we realize that Huacheng came out of Tonglu Mountain.

Tonglu Mountain is a volcano, which is not important. What is important is that there is a city in the mountain, called Gucheng. Gucheng is not a city where everyone raises Gu. The city itself is a large-scale Gu poison.

Every hundred years, thousands of ghosts gather here to fight, and when only one ghost is left, the Gucheng is completed. Although the result is often that none of them are left, as long as one can come out, it will definitely be a devil. In the past few hundred years, only two ghosts have come out of Gucheng, and these two, as expected, have become household names in the world.

Huacheng is one of them.

The God of War was badly defeated, and then it was the turn of the God of Literature.

I may not be able to win a fight, but I can at least win a debate, right?

As luck would have it, he really couldn't win. Hua Cheng talked about everything from heaven to earth, from ancient times to the present, sometimes politely, sometimes viciously, sometimes toughly, sometimes brilliantly, sometimes sophistry, really, with sharp teeth and steel that never leaked a drop of water, citing a wide range of evidence and misleading people. He scolded several literary gods from heaven to earth, from ancient times to the present, and he was so angry that he spat out a stream of blood that rushed straight to the sky.

Huacheng, became famous in one battle.

However, if that were all, he would not be terrible enough. What was terrible was that after the great victory, he asked the thirty-three priests to fulfill their promise.

Before the challenge, both parties made an agreement: if Hua Cheng lost, he would offer his ashes. If the priests lost, they would all jump down from heaven and become mortals from now on. If it weren't for his arrogant attitude and determination to make a bet, and the thirty-three priests' deep belief that they would never lose, they would not have agreed to fight him.

However, no priest took the initiative to fulfill their promise. Although breaking a promise is embarrassing, think about it, 33 priests have lost. If one person loses, it is embarrassing, but if so many people lose together, it is not embarrassing at all, and they can even laugh at each other. So they reached a tacit understanding and pretended that nothing happened. Anyway, people forget very quickly, and in another fifty years, they may not remember it.

They were right about this. What they miscalculated was that Huacheng was not that easy to deal with.

Not fulfilling? Good, help me.

So he burned down all the palaces, temples and shrines of these thirty-three priests in the human world.

This is the nightmare that all the gods and immortals are still terrified of today - the red-clothed ghost fire burning the thirty-three temples of civil and military gods.

Temples and believers are the biggest source of power for priests. If the temples are gone, where can the believers go to worship? How can they burn incense? The vitality is seriously damaged. It will take at least a hundred years to rebuild the temple, and it may not be able to restore the original scale. For the priests, this is really a disaster more terrible than the failure of the tribulation. Among these priests, there are thousands of temples and hundreds of small ones, adding up to more than ten thousand. Huacheng, unexpectedly, burned down overnight. No one knows how he did it, but he did it.

It's simply insane.

The priests cried to Jun Wu, but Jun Wu was helpless and there was nothing he could do. The priests had accepted the challenge and made the promise themselves. Hua Cheng was very cunning. He only destroyed the temple and did not hurt anyone. It was like digging a pit and asking them if they would jump in. So they dug a bigger pit and jumped in. Now, what can they do?

The thirty-three priests wanted to defeat the arrogant little devil in front of the world, so they chose the place for the duel in the dreams of many princes and nobles in the world, with the purpose of showing their divine power in front of the great believers. However, what the princes and nobles saw was that they were defeated. Therefore, after waking up from this dream, many nobles stopped worshipping the heavenly officials and worshipped the devil instead. The thirty-three priests lost their believers and temples, and gradually disappeared. It was not until a new generation of priests ascended that a large number of vacancies were filled.

From then on, many priests in heaven were terrified when the name "Hua Cheng" was mentioned, and even felt creepy when they heard the names of Hong Yi and Yin Die. Some of them were afraid of provoking him, and if he got upset, they would challenge him first and then burn down the temple; some of them were because they had something in his hand and could not move; some of them were because Hua Cheng was so powerful in the human world that sometimes some priests had to ask him for favors and ask him to open the door for convenience; over time, some priests even worshipped him out of a strange mentality.

Therefore, the heavens truly hate, fear, and respect this person.

Among the thirty-five priests, the two martial gods who did not accept the challenge were General Xuanzhen Mu Qing and General Nanyang Feng Xin.

The two of them did not accept the challenge at first, not because they were afraid of Huacheng, but because they did not take the other party seriously at that time and felt that there was no need to pay attention to such a challenge, so they did not accept it. Who knew that this would be a blessing in disguise. However, even though he did not accept the challenge, Huacheng did not forget the two of them. Several times during the Zhongyuan Festival, the two sides bumped into each other and fought a few times from a distance. Both of them were deeply traumatized by the crazy and rampant Silver Butterfly.

Hearing this, Xie Lian’s mind was filled with the cute silver butterflies flying around him happily. He couldn’t reconcile them with the appearance in the rumors. He couldn’t help but think, “Are those little silver butterflies really that scary? Not bad… they’re pretty cute.”