บท 1215: Not Going Head-On Against People

The man was dressed in black, his figure tall and strong. He took off his veil, revealing a face that was not handsome, and even looked ordinary.

Out of his facial features, his eyes were the most distinct. It was like an eagle in the dark, cruel, cold-blooded and murderous.

Cen Xi ignored her dizziness. Her stomach was turning, her limbs weak. She swallowed, her dry lips moving. "Sir, you're a good man. Thank you for saving me."

At the critical moment, she knew how to restrain herself and not go head-on against people.

The man glanced at her from top to toe and his gaze stopped on her chest for a second, a mocking smile seemed to be on his cold lips.

Cen Xi followed his gaze and looked at herself.

There was a buzz in her mind at the sight.

The robe on her body was torn by the desert bandits, especially at her chest. Her black bra and the thin straps were exposed. It was especially dazzling against her snow white skin.