"Ning..."
She Zhihong's body swayed several times, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
The bloody hole in his chest was so real, yet it felt like a dream.
Why? Why would Ning Shan attack me?
Ning Qingzhong and Song Zidong, standing beside him, were utterly stunned, not having had time to react.
Then came two more PUFF sounds.
Both of their chests were penetrated by a finger as well.
Blood blossomed, the intense pain seizing their breath, their bodies as if struck by lightning.
"Ning..."
The three of them found it unbelievable, their voices trembling.
"She Zhihong, you certainly have some nerve."
Ning Shan approached slowly, her beautiful face as cold as frost, her white dress fluttering in the wind like a blooming mandala flower.
Killing intent filled her beautiful eyes!
