C3825 Intelligence

The tattoo was like a ghost drawing, strange and mysterious. When it entered Xu Liusu's eyes, it turned into symbols that were being disassembled one by one.

"No!" This time, Ming You'er really panicked. She did not even bother to cover her body with her clothes and did not care about shame. She struggled to reach out and shouted.

A gray cloak flew over, and covered her entire body