The sky was gradually darkening.
In the small grove, the fire crackled as the wood burned. Three men and two women cautiously observed Chen Mo and his group.
At the same time, Chen Mo was also observing them.
"Twins?!"
Chen Mo's gaze first swept towards the woman in the white dress, holding twin swords. Her figure was tall, her skin as fair as snow, and under the white dress, her curvaceous body appeared particularly full. The only flaw was the icy coldness on her face, too cold.
Colder even than Jiang Ruoqing's attitude towards him when he first met her.
It seemed she had just bathed, her smooth, slightly damp blue hair draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of ethereal coolness.
In contrast, the woman behind her wore a light yellow long dress, her long hair reaching her waist. Her figure was equally impressive, with a pretty oval face similar to the woman in white, showing a ninety percent resemblance. The only difference was the mole at the corner of her eye.
