What kind of eyes were those.
Those long and narrow flattering eyes were clearly suffused with chilly cold lights.
A bloodthirsty murderous aura, just like a penetrating sharp blade.
With only one look, it felt as if a sharp blade cut through his heart.
The flying sandy particles gradually settled upon the ground.
The corners of her mouth held a cold sneer, as eyes penetrated like the tip of a blade, driving deeper and deeper into his body.
"Esteemed Father, come, hit right here." Ye Qing Luo's bewitching eyes were tinged with a smile, as her milky hand pointed at the pit of Ye Qing Jian's stomach.
Actually, Ye Qing Jian was the daughter that Ye Tian Kuang cared the most about, how could he bear to hit her?
Ye Tian Kuang was so angry that his complexion blanched, turning utterly unsightly.
His hands clenched firmly into fists, as powerful qi all over his body burned due to his rage, blowing against his gown, causing it to flap and flutter loudly.
