C50 City Cursed by the God of Darkness 2

At this time, it was already too late for Nightingale to throw the White Ice Marten. The dim magic halo shone onto its face, and for some reason, it unexpectedly emitted a fatal attraction.

On her fair complexion, a pair of pitch black, bottomless eyes glimmered with determination. Under her straight nose, there were fresh water colored lips.

That thin line was like a perfect sculpture