The Power Of The Rose Bow

Her face was slightly pale, but it didn't affect her pretty face. The hanfu on her body was a little wrinkled, showing that she must have gone through something. Her eyelashes were wet.

On her slender white neck, a choker made from the exquisite pearl gems was hanging there, which was so attractive on her white skin as the snow even if the choker was normal.

A few strands of white hair were dropping slightly on her face.

Shang Tangxu, who had just arrived at the cave, subconsciously stared at her feet. His indifferent face, which has never changed for years, finally has a trace of cracking.

He was sure that her feet would become bone. How does she look now? Her feet were perfectly normal!

She stood in the middle of the altar with her bare feet and messy hair. On the wall, a huge hole appeared.

Shang Tangxu:….

Did she make that hole in the wall?

"Your feet…" He cleared his throat and asked her.

"What?" Xiu Wanxue was puzzled.