ng wasn’t right behind her. She was plucking feathers from a tiger's head—she was courting death. Now she regretted it.Spilt milk can't be收回，even if she regretted it now, there was no use. If he kille...Qingfeng react from the sound of the guzheng, and he looked at the purple-clothed woman in front of him. She was indeed as beautiful as a celestial being, pure like a lotus emerging from clear water....