Stelle: I Have a Bad Feeling About This (Continued)

As Xing was still deep in thought, she suddenly felt a chill like a sharp blade piercing her tailbone, making her shudder involuntarily.

"Who?"

She instantly went on guard and whirled around.

A young girl appeared in her sight: her black hair was as smooth as satin in the dark of night, but the tips were dyed a fiery, brilliant red, the gradient radiating an eerie warmth.

She was staring at Xing, killing intent flickering in her pupils like cold stars.