The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.,At this moment, these hands are remarkably slender. Even with traces of work, you can still see their delicacy, and even their nails are so round and beautiful.,The Continent of Shengyuan, the country of Daliang, the Mohist school, Mu Baichuan... And also, myself who was betrayed by my family and ended up being killed, Mo Wu!。