s eyes and looked at the

r hung loose behind her back. On her small face, her skin was snow white and her eyes looke

n mountains and streams. She looked el

. The scene was like when someone mista

lender fingers, put it away, slightly arched his eyebro

y his dagger and grumpil

d it. Not reconciled,

magnanimous wolf, Gray will not wrestle with an insensible

s, Lora rolled her

s left spe

not a little fairy but

u just call

lder behind him, arched his eyebrow

ed her head to treat the wound under Gray's

l over and fainted because of a high fever last ni

ng. No wonder he star

pitiful origins of the Cowboy

look at the man a little curiously, "Ar

slightly curved up i

. No one has called

his accent was strong. Now Lor

r you in the mountains. Since Gray is her

hen you can walk, you'd better leave this

d on the right side of his abdomen, and slightly raised his head. His

ot up, "Did the wound on

his abdomen, in particular, was so deep th

he man's hand, tore open his s

d. Her eyebrows furrowing, she stretched out her ar

. There seemed to be a hint of a smile in his indifferent,

u taking adv

exposed. Since he leaned back, his abdominal muscles were taut and distinc

ductive, and ambiguous

d his external oblique. Feeling scorched, Lora immed