Luo Shaohua's hair was disheveled, her skin as white and crystalline as mutton jade, pierced by countless golden threads, marked with spots of blood.
Qin Ming failed once again, unable to stuff her into the broken cloth.
"What kind of look is that, are you shooting electricity at me?" Qin Ming looked at the captive before him.
Luo Shaohua's hair was in disarray, appearing rather bedraggled, yet her gaze grew increasingly brilliant, as if two substantial beams of light were shooting out.
Qin Ming looked down at her, saying, "What do you mean? Defeated by me, now trying to seduce me with electric eyes?"
With a clang, he struck her again, causing Luo Shaohua to crack open, blood splattering everywhere.
However, in a rather eerie way, her body rippled with mysterious waves and recovered in an instant.
Even though Luo Shaohua was reduced to a prisoner, she was not flustered. Instead, she became ethereal, like a Heavenly Immortal reviving from seclusion.
