Human Killing Machine

Qin Mu looked at the other two people. Both the woman and man had graceful bearings, but he remembered Wang Muran having said that there weren't many people of his age in Little Jade Capital. Based on that, these to should have grown up with Wang Muran, even if they were slightly older.

The girl was around seventeen or eighteen, and she was already lovely, gentle, refined, and elegant. She was dressed in cyan clothes, her collar and sleeves embroidered with a darker blue. Her sashes were green and white, and on her forehead, there was a thin chain strung together by jade beads. One side hung on her forehead while the other side was tethered to her hair bun.

She had to like jade a lot since even her head accessories were decorated with it.

It had to say whether if it was the wind in the mountain or her vital qi that caused her sashes to flutter behind her. They were very long and slithered in the air like green and white spirit snakes.