C317 Nangong Jing's Thoughts

The woman looked at Yan Wushuang in astonishment. She couldn't believe that the weak and delicate girl in front of her had so much strength. The next second, she pulled out the silver hairpin from her head and pressed it against her neck.

Yan Wushuang sighed regretfully, "Such a beautiful neck, if there were more wounds, she would be very ugly."

The woman snorted and disdainfully said