Beiting Huang walked out of the bushes. She was dressed in a beautiful black robe. On her bright moon-like face, her dark eyes were blinking. It had to be said that Beiting Huang's beauty was simply explosive.
She crossed her arms and looked at the two men on the ground with undisguised ridicule in her bright black eyes. As expected, they were lying on the ground in a very sturdy position. The man on top was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was wearing a tight blue warrior suit that wrapped around his well-built figure. His black hair was half draped behind his back and half fell in front of him as he bent down. The man's eyebrows were very handsome, and his facial features were bright. His side profile was sharp and angular, and he was looking at Beiting Huang warily with an unfriendly gaze.
This man was obviously Dongfang Jiao.