Divine Phoenix of He

A somewhat husky voice, calm with a hint of amusement.,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.,At this moment, these hands are remarkably slender. Even with traces of work, you can still see their delicacy, and even their nails are so round and beautiful.。