lt;lt;Waste Material

Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,Li Qianzi cursed inwardly, her figure blurred, flitting like a ghost through the blades and shadows of the battlefield...,The young woman before me had a full head of jewels and vibrant rouge, possessing a perfect oval face that was fair. Her willow-like eyebrows and star-like eyes were beautiful, but her face was marred by black spots and pimples of varying sizes, making her appear as ugly as a ghost at first glance.。