Ye Hishi Ranye Mu Li

She wrinkled her nose; a pungent metallic smell filled the air.,Footsteps grew closer. Ye Hidan's beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, grabbing a hairpin that lay abandoned nearby.,Yè Hísǎn discovered nothing, furrowed her brows and softly murmured, "Strange, I always feel like someone is following me"。