The girl's appearance was like a painting, her beauty peerless, a newly-bloomed black lotus. Yet her eyes were apathetic, their depths holding cruelty. Paired with those pitch-black vertical pupils, her beauty was particularly strange.
Chen Changsheng could not speak for a very long time—at this point, he had naturally guessed at the identity of this black-clothed girl, especially after seeing that line of blood on her forehead like a bead of cinnabar.
He knew that with the lifespan of the Dragon race, she was just a little girl.
He had once heard Xu Yourong say that she was a little girl.
But he still did not expect that she really would be a little girl.
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After what seemed like a very long time, Chen Changsheng finally stirred from his shock.
He began walking over to her. His actions were somewhat slow because he was rather nervous.
The little girl raised her head to glance at him, seeming somewhat impatient and utterly majestic.