Ye Hishi Ranye Mu Li

The next moment, Ye Hishang only felt a sharp pain in her head, and large chunks of memory surged in like a tidal wave.,Time was of the essence. Ye Hishang abruptly sat up, her blood-stained hands striking the burly man's neck with brutal force.,She didn't know that a four-leaf clover, about the height of her finger, was hopping quietly after her.。