The pale palm had a pinhole oozing blood, surrounded by an area the size of a coin that had turned green and black.
Her right hand was numb, and her fingers couldn't help but tremble.
Just now, Xiang Mingzhu publicly offered a handshake to show friendliness, hiding a fine needle between her fingers coated with the paralyzing juice of pinellia.
These people were really cunning and difficult to guard against.
However, the poison didn't have much of an impact on the body.
She had retaliated in time!
She switched her grip and clasped Xiang Mingzhu's hand, driving the fine needle into her flesh.
Xiang Mingzhu must have been hurt worse than she was!
Du Juan asked, "Qiao Xi, what are you looking at?"
Qiao Xi quickly curled her fingers, clenched them into a fist, and shook her head, saying, "Nothing."
