With calm eyes and slender legs, he stood up, approached Du Qingling like lightning, lifted her chin, and whispered ambiguously in her ear.
"I don't like the smell of blood on you, stay away from me."
She pulled his long hair and held it in her hand. It seemed like a gentle tug, but it made the elegant man raise his head. The hand that was holding his chin was silently lowered.
In a flash, Du Qingling had left the maple leaf tree and was sitting where the elegant man had just been sitting. He was half lying down, extremely lazy. His calm eyes were still without any waves. It seemed that everything in front of her was strange.
It didn't matter to my eyes. If other people had seen the monster with human body and bird wings, they would have fainted from fear.
What's more, although the elegant man in front of him is full of charm, he is completely black. Only his bright red lips are dazzling as if he has sucked blood.
The dappled sunlight shines on the mountains, but it cannot convey any warmth. Waves of dark wind flash past, bringing with it a sad whine.
"But, you smell so good."
The elegant man didn't mind at all. His deep eyes became confused. The strong wind blew violently, blowing the hem of his clothes. Du Qingling's hat had been blown off, and his long black hair was flying up to his waist.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was calm in the strong wind. She was not a delicate woman. When she raised her right foot, the maid was already in pieces. When she raised her foot, there was a thin layer of dark blue on her toes.