"Help, help," a childish voice came. The little boy retreated and was forced to the edge of the corner. His hands were helpless against the wall. The moss on the wall was embedded between his fingers. There was obvious panic in his dark eyes. The soft hair is slightly messy, and there are light scratches on the young face. The skin is as thin as cicada wings, and there are spots of grease. The white brocade clothes were wrinkled and rumpled, and the patterns embroidered with silver thread on the cuffs were faintly visible.
The group of people surrounding him were wearing black scarves, and the cold light of the swords in their hands suddenly appeared. At the moment when the sword was about to stab, a silver gun was suddenly seen spinning, and the swords and guns collided, shaking a group of people away. Everyone turned around and saw a teenage girl, dressed in red, with the hem of her clothes flying in the wind, looking flamboyant and wanton.
The nymphomaniac female protagonist with explosive martial arts VS the cold, sinister and tolerant male protagonist
Purpose: Grow each other and redeem each other