"Cut."
Bi Fang glanced at Sikong Yu, then abruptly turned, her Fire Cloud Robe fluttering with the wind. In the next instant, Bi Fang's figure moved like the wind, and Li Feng, who had climbed out of the pit, felt a warm breeze coming toward him.
Raising his eyes, he also secretly swallowed.
Bi Fang bent down, her crimson beautiful eyes fixed on Li Feng, even lifting his chin.
"You don't resemble him."
The 'him' Bi Fang mentioned was clearly an old acquaintance, another genius of the Sikong family from years ago, a man she once liked.
Li Feng, looking at the mesmerizing beauty before him, was a bit dazzled, but being chin-lifted by a woman like this, made him wonder if Li Feng was someone who didn't care about face.
Li Feng's eyes restored clarity in an instant, directly knocking Bi Fang's hand away, his cold gaze sweeping over Bi Fang's graceful figure.
And those long legs of hers.
Clearly, as a bird, she only had one foot.
