Because when they looked at their own faces, there was no familiar feeling in their eyes other than a slight astonishment...
At this moment, Mo Jiuli was wearing black tight-fitting clothing, completely wrapping her beautiful figure within...
Moonlight poured down, and the young girl stood still, only about eighteen years old, with a gorgeous appearance, snow-white skin, lips like delicate flowers, eyes with autumn waves, a small and flawless face, and extremely delicate white skin that could almost be blown apart...
A pair of clear, dark eyes like a lake, and a small cherry mouth as tender as cherry blossoms, with long eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes, adding an inexplicable, mysterious aura to her entire face...
"Who are you?" The leading old man continued to ask, with curiosity and appreciation for Mo Jiuli in his heart. This little girl was not only beautiful, but also courageous, and was able to face them so calmly, so her mentality must be good.
