The sword flashed.
The cold blade, like a poisonous snake's letter, opened the deerskin bag around my waist.
It was at that moment. The sunlight refracted by the ice tower pierced Meng Jiu's pupils like a sharp arrow. The gilt-edged stuff in the bag was just exposed. Xie Sanniang's judge pen has turned towards my Tanzhong point like a poisonous snake.
Intention: Everything is empty