When the Flower Sword fell, he just opened his mouth slightly.
The owner of the sword watched expressionlessly as the blood on the tip of the sword slowly flowed down the slender white sword body - is that my blood? Confused, he wanted to raise his hand to touch the steady hot liquid, but in the end he lowered it feebly.
Red plum blossoms bloom wildly in the cold snowy fields. The snow fell instantly and silently.
Cang Xue, a generation swordsman, passed away.
The heroine is estimated to be around 150cm tall