The Crown Prince's Favorite Girl

There was no expression on her beautiful face.

Her black eyes could chill one to the bone.

Wang Zhaole shivered when he looked at Feng Wu.

The girl was a little scary.

Feng Wu didn't stop. Instead, she slowly marched toward Han Lu.

Han Lu lay in Gao Ya's arms and stared at Feng Wu as the latter moved closer. When she tried to say something, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The others followed Feng Wu, but they were also scared of her murderous energy.

Yan Han's stomach lurched when she saw Feng Wu's expressionless face.

This girl…

How could she defeat Han Lu?

Han Lu was a Level 6 Spiritual King.

Yan Han felt a little dizzy. She put a hand over her heart and found it beating fast.

Feng Wu's red dress looked like it was on fire, and her murderous energy kept people from moving closer.