The blond hair is draped sideways, the purple eyes cut off the soul, the sword cuts the heaven and the earth, and the dragon breaks the sky.
The blood of the enemy is not exhausted, but the momentum is like a rainbow.
There are thirty million beauties sitting there, and a furious wind and thunder break through the void.
Beauty is all over the second dimension, how can the world call me a hero?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
