Wang Sijing really hadn't expected that this stab would actually hit.
Her current mood is difficult to describe, and can only be expressed as being overjoyed.
"Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me!"
Finishing with a laugh, she added more strength to her hand, thrusting the short knife forward fiercely.
Lin Tian stepped back, but his expression didn't change.
Wang Sijing's eyebrow suddenly raised, sensing something was off.
What was wrong?
She looked down at Lin Tian's stomach; there was no blood, but the short knife had clearly gone in...
Whoosh~
A breeze swept by, and the short knife in Wang Sijing's hand was casually taken away by Lin Tian.
"Haha, this knife is good, but unfortunately, not sharp enough." Lin Tian smiled lightly, flicking his arm, tossing the short knife onto the ground.
"You're unharmed?"
Wang Sijing's mood worsened, even a bit depressed.
This kind of ups and downs, who can handle it?
