In hundreds of years, the Hehuan Sect had only one young leader who followed the rules.
The eyebrows and eyes are frosty and cold, and the skirt of the clothes is tightly gathered.
With a dark face, she threw away countless handsome young men who took off their clothes and hid in her room.
Until everyone thought that it would not be surprising if Li Qingqing was alone all her life, she kidnapped a woman and came back.
She was the wooden beauty who made all kinds of sarcastic remarks when she was fourteen or fifteen years old.
When Li Qing was fourteen or fifteen years old, he had always looked down on Liang tide. She was full of life and beauty, but she only had some color and no liveliness at all.
Just like an extremely beautiful wood sculpture, it is beautiful but has no soul.
But that man's eyes were flowing, his beautiful pupils reflected the firelight, his snow-white face was illuminated crimson, his thin lips were slightly raised, and he was full of malice.
It's like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, hell Abi.
It was an abyss that Li Qingqing could not resist.
Motto: As long as you persist, everything is possible