A Woman's Knife

The pitiful thing was that the Classmate Wang Zheng, who was recommended by Achilles and Lie Xin, was now trapped like a rice dumpling.

Yue Jing stood in front of Wang Zheng with a wide smile, "My dear old classmate, we meet again."

Wang Zheng did not know whether to cry or laugh. "How did you know that I could withstand this type of numbing agent?" While Wang Zheng was a little numb, the Primordial Regression Technique indeed could withstand it. The problem was that the people from Hong Lirong did not give him that chance and tied an alloy chain on him. They really thought very highly of him.

Yue Jing was as sly as a fox. She caressed Wang Zheng's face. "That's because you are Wang Zheng, the Greatest King from the Elite Academy X. Classmate Wang, you really thought that I'd belittle you?"