Thud!
Her body slammed hard onto the ground. Her whole person plunged harshly onto the riverbank. Aside from a slight pain in her buttocks, she felt nothing else.
Damn it all!
Despite being a woman of strong character, Zhang Xiaoou was profoundly shaken by Zhao Qing's death. Her eyes displayed an expression of unbearable pain. She fished a sharp fruit knife from somewhere and made a stab for her own chest.
Xiao Qiang sighed and shook his head. What were worldly desires, that they can make one willingly court life and death?
Regrettably, he had no intention of letting Zhang Xiao'ou die.
Then something bizarre took place. The fruit knife, which was about to pierce her heart, softened suddenly. Zhang Xiao'ou froze in place and then let out a deafening scream. The reason was simple: the fruit knife in her hand had inexplicably morphed into a colorful, venomous snake.