Half a year ago, an elder from the sect went out and encountered the enemy, unfortunately losing his life. This person has long coveted the position of the elder, and this time he is determined to succeed. His original words were: "I must find something that can impress the sect leader. For this, any price can be paid——" The last few words were spoken slowly and softly, with a gentle light in his eyes, his phoenix eyes filled with emotion, and his hand quietly extended on the table, seemingly wanting to gently caress Ning Xiaoxian's skin beside her right hand pinky.
Many women are very sensitive in this area.
Ning Xiaoxian frowned slightly, her protective Gang Qi naturally flowed, his hand still hadn't touched her skin, yet he already felt a chill piercing into his meridians, like being stabbed with needles, causing him to involuntarily cry out, "Ah."
