The Seventh Miss, Di

His eyes were sharp, his sword eyebrows raised, his eyes deep and piercing. Between thick lashes, his jet-black pupils resembled a pool of ice water, emitting a coldness that could almost freeze a person solid.,"Be bold!" Dong Fang Lie instinctively shouted, but Zi had already rushed out of control.,Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.。