C517 Beautiful women? Kill them all!

Her eyebrows were like ink, her figure was like limpid autumn water, unspeakably gentle and exquisite. Her emerald green dress was especially dazzling and fresh in the Great Thunderclap Temple's buddhist resort, it was like a rain hitting a blue lotus, and a fog shrouding a mountain; it was indescribably ethereal and light.

"Master Zhang, I'm convinced. Please don't kill me