The Beauty of Complex Mark

She is the indifferent and meandering head of the Dark clan. A chance encounter. . . . . . Because he was on the battlefield of Shura who was decisively attacking Shura, he had experienced life and death several times, and in his dream, everything was just a mist. Standing on the edge of Xiushou Cliff, red clothes were flying as if he had witnessed the battlefield of blood and fire. In the end, only the fierce wind passed by. Looking across the building, who in the lonely shadow is sighing again. . . . . .