The Seventh Miss, Di

His eyes were sharp, his sword eyebrows raised, his eyes deep and piercing. Between thick lashes, his jet-black pupils resembled a pool of ice water, emitting a coldness that could almost freeze a person solid.,One could see a man in a black satin robe lying on the ground. Although he was disheveled, one had to admit that the man had an excellent physique.,Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.。