Huaguang was dazzling, Mo Qianqiu only felt that his mind was deaf, and his mind was still hovering on the verge of collapse. In the light of the sword, a woman slowly walked out.

She is tall, plump, elegant in words and deeds, black hair like lacquer, skin like jade, beautiful eyes, a smile between a smile reveals an indescribable charm, like a budding flower, beautiful but not delicate, glamorous but not vulgar, charming, incomparable.

It's a pity that Mo Qianqiu has no time to take care of anything else, and his life is at stake, and the woman's armrest wiped his forehead.

For a moment, it was as if a mysterious arrival came from an ancient time.

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