The Legend of the Wh

Tears welled up in her palms, the little girl was still so prone to crying.,With his last breath, he let out a sigh and his hand slid helplessly from her face.,Countless battles with natural enemies made the white snake more cold-blooded and ferocious. Even though she was covered in wounds and blood, she still fought frantically, seizing every opportunity to pierce through her opponent's skin with her two sharp fangs and inject venom.。