Yin Yang Blast
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen stared at Nalan who was a year or two senior to Han Sen himself and had good-looking features. Nalan was not particularly handsome, but still looks good.
Nalan’s eyes were like water in wells that could show reflections. Deep in his dark pupils, there were lights of wisdom.
Just by looking at him, Han Sen knew he was a very tough opponent.
Han Sen was good at assassination, psychological game and prejudgment, which all must be based on his opponent’s having certain thoughts. Only then could Han Sen see through his opponent and determine what kind of reaction might be taken.
But Nalan Chengnuo had a pair of eyes that was so clean and there was nothing to be told from them.
No happiness or worry, no sadness or anger; Nalan seemed to have no desire or pursuit, so that his eyes would never betray him.