C117

It was dark, the night was gone, and the crescent moon was bored again as she counted the pearls on her tent.

"Lady Yue." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the room.

Xiao Yue'er was shocked, unconsciously grasping the dagger under the pillow. It was worth ten thousand gold.

The three men in black let out a cold breath, they were three steps away from the bed, their naked eyes shining brightly