While Zhang Xiaohao was dazed and in a daze, Wang Mengmeng had already slowly crawled over from the ground.
It really wasn't his fault, if you had to blame someone, you could only blame Wang Mengmeng for being such a damn good talker, she was so damn good that he surrendered without even being prepared.
Seeing that Wang Mengmeng's movements in her hands never stopped.
Zhang Xiaohao could no longer sit still, although he had no choice.
But he couldn't just watch a girl be tortured, right?
With a change of his palm, he condensed it into a hand-chop and struck Wang Mengmeng's nape with lightning speed, knocking her out cold.
Then, he laid her steadily on the ground; with a flip of his hand, he took out a set of carefully crafted silver needles from the Shennong Ring.
