She was a little confused, but she didn't put down the sword. She said in a trembling voice, "Red... blood pupils? You... Are you Ling Wei?"
Because of the too silent atmosphere, her words seemed to be echoing in the air. I stared at her, and the sword in her hand immediately left randomly as if it had been hit by something. When everyone was confused about the situation, she turned around and stuck into the woman's throat. The woman seemed to fall straight to the ground before she could respond.
Yao Yao looked at the maid lying on the ground and giggled. "Her Grace, she's a bog. No, she can't make wine, eat it, or have any skin. But... this sword is pretty."
After that, he took off my hand and walked to the woman's side. He held the sword hilt and directly pulled it out of the woman's
