Under the moon, a sword swung to decapitate a beauty, which seemed like something that might very well fit the Fusang aesthetic.
Therefore, the swordsman had not a hint of hesitation and even exerted considerable force, fearing that the swing might not result in a perfect beheading.
It would be less than beautiful if the cut got stuck halfway through the neck bone.
However, reality is always filled with helpless cruelty, and the sword inevitably got stuck.
Not in the neck, but caught in the hands of the seemingly frail young girl before him.
A large question mark appeared on the Fusang Warrior's forehead.
What's going on?
Even if it were a case of disarming an opponent barehanded, this was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
Whose good daughter can pinch the blade of a sword with her fingertips?
However, before he could react, Li Mumu's other hand had already closed in on his face.
