As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,Facing away, she was stretching her slender limbs, each joint cracking softly with a "pop" as it moved. Then slowly she turned...,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.。