C318 The Legend of the Postscript

Xiliang Mo snorted lightly. Suddenly, she tilted her body, lowered her wrist, and mercilessly thrust it into Bailee Heeyun's eyes.

He tried to force her back, but he did not expect to catch a cold glint in her eyes, and he actually backed up head first, striking out with his palm. But in such a short distance, even if Xiliang Mo could raise her hand to fight