Divine Phoenix of He

At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure, even though she was now disheveled and distressed, her delicate frame still evoked longing. However, her face was covered by a veil, obscuring most of it.,As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,“You, you……Don’t come here! Don’t come any closer——!”。