The slender figure, standing in front of the stove, his long black cloak dragging down to the ground, almost enveloping his entire body in it.

Like a ghostly ghost, it reveals a very evil for no reason.

The first thing that caught the eye was the hand.

His left hand gently tugged at the right side of his cloak, and his four slender fingers were exposed, pale, slightly stiff, and lifeless.

It's a monster with great mana.

"This god, but you're looking for me?"

The man sensed her breath at some point, and suddenly came to her eyes at a ghostly speed.

The black cloak was attached to the cap, and the brim was pressed low.

In addition, there is a black fan in his hand, which shakes and shakes, just covering most of his face, revealing only his slightly pointed, well-contoured chin.

Suddenly, half of his lips curled.

The slender fingers wanted to touch her face, but it was a beauty.

The extremely delicate silhouette is like Dai Xiu's eyebrows, her eyes are like stars, and her cold and dusty eyes are like fairies in the clouds.

However, her beautiful eyes revealed a hint of charm in her eyes.

The collision of two completely different temperaments makes her more and more attractive.

"God, don't you want to have a dewy affair with me?"

The words are picky, and the behavior can be regarded as debauchery.

Her beautiful eyes suddenly became very cold.

With a low snort, "Presumptuous!" ”

Countless ice blades stabbed at him.

All of them blocked his fan.

"Beauty, you are really pleased."

Only Tan Sang has always been able to tease others, how can anyone else have the courage to tease her!

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, her star-like eyes swept coldly, and the glance made him breathe.

The man showed half of his face, that face was evil and wild, and his phoenix eyes were picked, and he was even more lightly picked.

Fingers approached her, trying to provoke her graceful jaw.

When he was about to touch it, a layer of ice blocked his fingers.

Then the ice spread from all sides at a lightning speed.

The ice cube formed a state of Fuxi gossip and Vientiane encompassing, locking him firmly, and the space became smaller and smaller.

Tan Sang wanted to restrain him, recited a charm, and his fingers were sealed.

The man didn't seem to care at all, and the fan in his hand shook gently.

Then, his eyes lit up, and the smile was shallow, but it was not as good as the bottom of his eyes.

The fan in his hand was suddenly divided into several bamboo slips, like countless swords stabbing towards the surrounding ice.

The next moment, the ice broke inside.

It was shattered all over the floor.

Tan Sang's eyes were hanging, and his eyelids were slightly raised.

It's a fun thing.

The man's black robe fluttered, and the fan in his hand returned to its original shape.

Gesture casually.

"Beauty is a god, and if you do too many things to indulge in, it won't be pleasing."

As he spoke, his dark pupils swept Tan Sang as if intentionally or unintentionally.

There was a myriad of chills in those eyes.

Tan Sang's good-looking lips curled slightly, and the whole person seemed to have collected the scenery of the world.

"I've never been offended."

A longsword with a beautiful shape was held in Tan Sang's hand.

There is a red dot on the hilt of the sword, like an inlaid ruby, and a string of tassels hangs from it.

This sword spike was hand-woven by Hirohiko and given to her as a birthday gift.

And another little unconscionable Yun Yan can't even remember her birthday.

The sword light was cold, and the cold light reflected on Tan Sang's face under the illumination of the moonlight, refracting her beautifully contoured side face.

It was cold, but she felt the violence that permeated her.

A cold breath struck the man from all directions.