Right after that, before Ye Luo could say much, she slipped off her clothes.
Even though her temperament was strong, and she had once been the heir who schemed and commanded for her clan, at this moment she was still incomparably shy, her face flushed a deep red.
Her skin was snow‑white and crystal clear, like a work of art, presented right before Ye Luo's eyes.
Of course, she only bared one shoulder. Ye Luo had originally been a bit dazed by the sight, but the instant he saw her shoulder, his brows knit tightly.
Right now, her shoulder had completely turned black, and the flesh and blood kept writhing. Every time a bit of flesh regrew, it would immediately be dissolved by a strand of black mist, turning hideously bloody and ferocious.
Ye Luo narrowed his eyes, and suddenly pointed into the air at her shoulder. Instantly, a majestic Strength surged out from his fingertip.
