C1799 Rebirth of the Modern Sword Spirit(13)

"How come there are no wounds?"

Song Shuishui opened her eyes wide and looked at Chiang Zixi's hands several times to confirm that there were no abrasions. She was even more shocked.

Most importantly, Chiang Zixi's hands were terrifyingly cold, just like a dead person.

At this moment, she was like the female lead in a painting. All kinds of speculations arose in her heart.

Monsters?

No, no