Frost fell like a waterfall.
Blown off naturally!
Ye Qinghong stretched out her hand and beckoned, and the Qingying Sword flew straight back into her hand.
Under the chilling murderous aura, she woke up.
Although still somewhat dazed.
But as long as it was against a common enemy.
The cold killing intent remained unchanged.
Indeed, in the eyes of the Qingying Sword, these women were all here to vie for her food.
"Protector Huang, what did you just do with my master?"
"..."
Huang Fuling did not make a sound, continuing to apply her rouge.
At this moment...
Clatter!
The rouge fell to the ground.
"Oh no..."
She called out softly, picking up the rouge and casting a provocative glance at Ye Qinghong.
Then, with a twist of her delicate waist, she walked outside, her silk-stockinged legs alternating between visibility and concealment beneath her skirt, her allure graceful and full of charm.
Seeing this, Ye Qinghong's gaze grew even colder.
