"Huh? Is there someone up there?" A wounded member of Fengyue Pavilion lay on the ground, looking at the Dragon Eagle descending from the sky, and exclaimed in surprise.
The Dragon Eagle, despite its fierce appearance, did not exude a murderous aura.
Tong Xiaoxiao looked up and saw a breathtakingly beautiful face before her eyes.
A face as exquisite as jade, naturally flawless, perfect in its measure, with eyes like limpid autumn water that shimmered brilliantly.
The contour of that beautiful face would be too plump if more, and too thin if less. Her small face was as immaculate as white jade, clear and rosy, like a ripe and juicy peach.
Her thick lashes fluttered lightly, dreamlike under the soft golden sunlight, like transparent butterfly wings.
Beneath her refined nose were lips as red as cherries, tinted with a vermilion hue, which seemed to instantly enliven the monotonous blue sky.
