Ye Qing Luo gave a sweet shallow smile that bloomed like a flower.
After the breakthrough, her temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Her pair of bewitching eyes had revealed even more charm than ever.
That exquisite face and smile shone so brilliantly that it made the surroundings look dull.
This smile was so ravishingly beautiful, that it could cause the downfall of a city.
However, Leng Feng Hua felt otherwise about that smile; it was like a goblin from hell.
A cold chill went over his body and had no time to react when he felt a sting in his neck.
Ye Qing Luo's fan handle was on Leng Feng Hua's neck.
The sharp blade cut through his skin; a drop of blood dripped onto the blade.
Leng Feng Hua drew his breath in agony.
As soon as his body moved, his arms were held by Ye Qing Luo's hands.