A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,His eyes were sharp, his sword eyebrows raised, his eyes deep and piercing. Between thick lashes, his jet-black pupils resembled a pool of ice water, emitting a coldness that could almost freeze a person solid.,Isn't he going to run away The disabled bastard deserves to have his skin peeled off and made into a drum.。