C1349 How Can a Woman's Three Thousand Strands of Hair be so Passive?

Sect Leader of Mount Shu's heart skipped a beat.

Changsheng met Shen Xu's gaze. It was obviously very cold, but the look in his eyes was like countless ice knives, stabbing towards Shen Xu.

He couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

Shen Xu held the side of the table and stood up slowly. He stared at him with a dark gaze and said slowly with a strong sense of pressure