Divine Phoenix of He

As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.,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.。