บท 105: Wind from the west is about to blast

"Come on, Mom, try to cut my hand," Han Li said as Yue Li's hand trembled.

She was holding a knife.

Against Xiao Li's hands!

A damned knife!

"It wouldn't hurt you, right? Xiao Li," her voice shook as he wrapped his fist around the knife.

"Just move the knife already or give it to me," Han Li licked his lips and said.

No matter what, growing stronger was addicting.

Liyue and Li Yao were surrounding them and looking at his palm with bright eyes. Would it really work?

Yue Li took a deep breath, and understanding she was ready, Han Li unwrapped his fist. She started to cut it gently, but nothing happened, and Han Li mockingly laughed.

Curious, she used a bit more force, and nothing happened again.

"Quite tough." Her eyes sparkled as she began to move with more and more force, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do anything other than leave a small mark on it, which she easily rubbed off.