C159 Ghost Cultivators

The two hoodlums finally cried out, and the green hair ran off the woman's feet.

The woman smiled sinisterly.

"Tsk tsk …" You want to run after touching me? Then you're thinking too much. Come on, keep touching me, touch me … "Tsk tsk …" The woman's voice was abnormally terrifying, sounding even more sinister in this deserted alley