The wind howled, and the purple sleeves rustled. Snowflakes brushed against my cheeks, making them painfully cold.
Hei Xifeng looked at everything in front of her coldly, feeling indescribable joy in her heart.
The white snow and scarlet red everywhere are shocking.
The scarred killer knelt down on one knee, using only his sword to support himself from falling. The woman behind him was also covered in cuts and bruises, with bright red blood stains covering her golden clothes, one by one like blooming red flowers. The powerful golden bow was knocked away from the distance and fell to the edge of the cliff, glowing weakly.
No longer powerless. Just like the two people in front of me.
Humph, you deserve it!
A sneer was the only expression on Hei Xifeng's face.
Conception: