As she spoke, the tip of the knife sank a bit more, and a trickle of blood seeped out of the woman's chest.
Ji Shiting's pupils contracted. He couldn't take it anymore, rushed to the woman and grabbed her wrist!
However, the woman seemed to have become stronger, and she was afraid that she would hurt herself. Although Ji Shiting pulled her wrist away, he couldn't take her knife away immediately.
"Let go," he yelled.
"No." The woman scoffed, and continued to use strength.
Ji Shiting looked solemn. He had countless ways to subdue her, but they could all hurt her.
The woman's eyes glinted in the next second. She suddenly turned the knife in the same direction as the man but it was too late for Ji Shiting to notice.
The knife stabbed into his chest.
Ji Shiting groaned and grabbed her wrist. "Shengge!"
