Cold, indifferent, without sadness or joy.

Under the silver edge and before Li Tianlan, only one thing existed—despair.

Rose looked at Li Tianlan, who was holding a halberd in front of her, in horror.

Blood ran down her face.

Rose's face was not so beautiful but gentle and graceful. The more one looked at it, the more he felt comfortable. However, it seemed that there were many worms slowly wriggling on her face, which now appeared ...