C482 Framing Mu Ye 3

The sharp edge stabbed into the floor next to his ear, and a crack slowly appeared on his face, which was as thin as firewood. Fresh blood seeped out, and the wheel looked at the little girl in front of it in horror. She lowered her head, and her beautiful short hair covered her eyes. However, he could feel a cold gaze on his face, and his thin lips slowly curled up