A hand reached out from the side and gripped Fang Xiaoshan's arm, and immediately he felt a piercing pain in his arm so intense that beads of sweat formed on his forehead. This feeling was all too familiar… it couldn't be…
With a thud, Fang Xiaoshan kneeled before Bai Xiao.
Everyone was shocked. What was this all about?
The main thing was that Fang Xiaoshan had just been acting so tricky and mean, and now he was suddenly able to kneel.
What was the situation?
"Fang Xiaoshan, you think it's appropriate to just hit someone and walk away?" The pressure on his finger made Fang Xiaoshan's face turn ashen.
Here it came again!
"No… not appropriate! Absolutely… not… appropriate!" Fang Xiaoshan stammered, not out of fear, but because of the pain. He had been looking for a while, and he couldn't see where Bai Xiao's silver needle was, but Bai Xiao was holding him firmly, and he just felt that pain, the kind that gnaws at your bones and heart.
