Divine Phoenix of He

The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.,To live, to survive, endless killing and slaughter day and night have left his hands riddled with wounds, ugly and scarred.,At this moment, these hands are remarkably slender. Even with traces of work, you can still see their delicacy, and even their nails are so round and beautiful.。