C755 755 Memory

Intense and wanton.

It was like a carnival after a hunt, and the fragrance wafted in the air... The aura of death it carried sent chills down one's spine.

Qiao Mu shuddered.

Beside them —

"Hey …" Whispering, her eyes looked ahead. She seemed to be attracted by this strange fragrance, and was also pulled into an absurd illusion