Old Demon's hat had already been taken off, revealing a beautiful face.
He appeared to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with delicate features more beautiful than those so-called goddesses, rosy and tender lips that made one have the impulse to kiss them.
However, upon seeing Old Demon's throat, everyone couldn't help but feel nauseous, disgusted by their own thoughts just moments before.
Old Demon was more beautiful than a woman, but he was not a woman—he was a man, an excessively handsome man.
Qin Hao also couldn't help but show a look of surprise; he had assumed Old Demon was someone too hideous to show his face, but unexpectedly, the other party was incredibly good-looking.
With his hat removed, Old Demon was expressionless, without any emotional fluctuations.
"Is he really an assassin?" Li Dazheng started to waver, finding it hard to believe that such a pretty fellow could be a killer.
