However, a familiar feeling once again wrapped around Zhan Cangqiong's wrist. Then, his vision blurred. Shen Hanxing clenched her fist and punched the numbing tendon on Zhan Cangqiong's elbow. The numbing feeling spread from the spot she had stuck, and Zhan Cangqiong's hand was powerless, and he let go.
"It's now!" Shen Hanxing's eyes and hands were sharp as she thought. She grabbed the sharp fruit knife and made a beautiful cut.
