"Meng Chi... Spirit Monarch," Lu Qian slowly said, making a gesture with the hand behind his back, "I honestly am not very accustomed to seeing Ji Yunrou's face, Ji Yunrou's body."
Meng Chi chuckled, her eyes glimmering as if they would shed tears, her fair and delicate skin, vividly red lips, and a mole beneath her left eye. This face originally belonged to Ji Yunrou, but now it appeared even more alluring.
Her attire was equally bold, formed from a thin layer of congealed blood. The astonishingly full curves, slender waist, and underneath the short skirt were expanses of snowy white skin, perfectly proportioned and voluptuous.
She unabashedly displayed her most captivating side, with just a casual glance, causing hearts to race and mouths to dry, and Lu Qian even heard the sound of a Treasure Sword falling to the ground from the Mingyu Sword Sect cultivators' formation.
