The story of a female demon hunter.
Dressed in green clothes, an emerald green bamboo flute hangs from his waist. She has long silver-white hair hanging behind her back, and her handsome face is a bit aloof. The red mole dripping blood between her eyebrows adds to her enchantment.
A flash of surprise flashed in Sixth Sister's eyes. If she could use one word to describe the man in front of her, it would be peerless elegance.
Similarly, Zhu Qing also looked at the woman in front of him. She was usually dressed in red like fire, with slightly curly hair flying in the wind. She was like a fire elf coming to the world, and her glassy eyes were as clear as water. Her beauty was breathtaking. Zhu Qing had seen many demons. When they transformed into humans, they were all stunningly beautiful men and women. He never thought that there were such stunning women in the human world.
Dressed in black, with black hair hanging down to the ground, a black gemstone embedded in the middle of his forehead, a tall nose, a pair of peach blossom eyes with all kinds of charm, deep black eyes with a strong sense of ridicule, and an evil smile on his feminine and handsome face, which makes people shiver.
"Yes." The man was silent, lost in thought, as quiet as a virgin, with a hint of indifference on his feminine and handsome face, like a poppy flower, attractive and decadent, but also deadly poisonous, and if touched, it would be like death.
The man drank alone, with a sword wrapped in a piece of red cloth on his back, and dressed in yellowed white clothes. He raised his head and glanced at Sixth Sister. His face was handsome, and his whole body was full of free and easy air. There was a trace of appreciation in his eyes, and he stopped watching Sixth Sister continue to eat. The sixth sister had already noticed the man when he entered the door, and saw the wantonness in his eyes. I know in my heart that this person is not simple, maybe he is a Jianghu person.
