[Do you think I am a clinging dodder? No, I am the wildfire that burns through the world.
Qu Li, an orphan from Baihua Valley, took on a blood feud and pretended to be a weak Xiang Ji, but she turned four men into the sharpest blades in her hands.
"This guest, I'm just a perfumer. How can I understand the grievances in the world? The temple is high and far away~" Qu Li lowered his eyes and smiled softly, holding the fragrant powder on his fingertips, looking weak and helpless.
Lin Qiao pressed the sword with a cold face, took half a step back, and stammered: "Girl, please respect yourself." But the tassel of the sword was quietly wrapped around Qu Li's belt.
Chu Jiaoyang slapped the table and stood up, yelling angrily: "Who dares to bully Miss Qu!" The overturned tea cup splashed all over him.
Xing Che grabbed her wrist and said in a deep voice, "Why are you pretending to be good?" But he didn't dare to use force on his palm.
Han Ke smiled warmly and took a deep sniff: "The girl's fragrance is really intoxicating." The poisonous needle in his sleeve flashed with cold light.
When the seemingly innocent dodder flower begins to close the net——
The chief disciple of the Qingguan Gate was so "scared" by her that he had insomnia every night. The stupid young man broke his legs for her, the violent general was willing to be a human shield, and the gentle staff member... Was poisoning the grapes she peeled.
Intention: revenge