Kill a Path of Blood

Although they had only met a few times, they would always meet in unimaginable places. It was as if they were destined to never leave each other.

The strong wind blew her long hair, and even her black and gold pleated skirt was blown. It was like a blooming black and gold flower, making her unable to reach it.

She was the only one on this white bone land.

It's dry and cold, but it's fresh and gorgeous.

She was Zheng Ying.

Her long hair was blown away by the wind. Then, she took out a golden hairpin from her waist and tied her messy hair behind her.

Her pretty eyes were filled with charm as she stared at Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, even Jian Wushuang could not help but avoid her gaze. But for some reason, he could not avoid it and could only look at her.

She was truly stunning, but she also carried an indescribable sense of danger.

After the two of them looked at each other for a moment, Zheng Ying slowly walked toward him.