Delicate features, akin to the world's most perfect artwork.
Enchanting beauty, perhaps this is how such a person would be described.
Her appearance, even caused Zhang Lianmeng and Su Xiaoyang nearby to be somewhat mesmerized.
"So beautiful…"
The two women couldn't help but whisper softly.
The next moment, they realized the person before them was their enemy.
Hurriedly covering their mouths.
Han Xing looked at the woman, spoke again: "I'll give you three seconds."
"Hand over the God of Tricks."
"Otherwise, I'll take you all down together!"
The seductive woman's face slightly changed, then revealed a charming smile.
"Master of the Human Race, why must you always think of fighting and killing."
"I'd like to discuss cooperation with you."
"Three."
Unmoved, Han Xing began a countdown.
At this moment.
The Spiritual Godslaying Cannon once again entered a charging state.
The seductive woman's smile slightly trembled.
