"Isn't it you who wanted to kiss me?" Zheng Ming's heart faintly sensed something, but his lips would never admit it.
Upon hearing Zheng Ming's words, the Mischievous Qingluo's face turned even redder, and the constant heaving of her chest made Zheng Ming somewhat concerned about the clothes on her body.
"Court death!" A jet-black blade light, accompanied by an angry shout, burst out of the void, slashing directly towards Zheng Ming.
This strike seemed simple, but in the instant the blade was coming towards him, Zheng Ming felt a chilling and icy murderous intent had already pierced into his body.
Under that murderous intent, it felt like his body had suddenly become difficult to move.
If he couldn't move, wouldn't he die under this murderous intent? Just as Zheng Ming was anxiously contemplating in his heart, a small bead in his mind suddenly burst forth.
