"Pfft!"
The sound of a dagger sinking into flesh was dull and brief.
Having struck her target, the little girl's face lit up with delight, but before she could enjoy her success for long, she was horrified to discover that the dagger could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch.
What's more, when she tried to pull the dagger out, it too wouldn't budge an inch, no matter how hard she tried. The dagger seemed to be firmly fixed in Qin Hai's lower back, impossible to remove.
Bang!
A large hand struck back, and with a muffled grunt, the little girl was sent spinning several times in the air by Qin Hai's palm strike, hitting the wall and bouncing back to the ground where she lay motionless.
All this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Lin Qingya came to her senses, the girl had already been sent flying by a slap from Qin Hai, and the dagger was firmly embedded in his lower back.