บท 3941: Hand to Hand

Inside that black carriage, through the front stall, the man sitting inside the carriage narrowed his eyes, staring at that red figure standing at the front door of the temple gate, his sharp and powerful pressure-containing gaze recklessly sizing her up.

Outstanding temperament, stunningly beautiful and captivating face, exquisite figure, and regal aura, it was dazzling.

He stared at her and did not know what he was thinking.

Feng Jiu's gaze moved away from that warring people, her clear and cold gaze looked towards that carriage, seemingly looking through that carriage at the people inside.

That gaze did not move away, although she did not see it, she knew that the other party was staring at her. That gaze was aggressive and unbridled.