But the floor beneath was scorched black, and Xiao Emei's black night-walking clothes were now patches resembling burnt charcoal sticking to her body.
The next moment,
Jiang Ning's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment.
Then he half-squatted, reached out his right hand like a dragon emerging from the sea and landed it between Xiao Emei's arms.
Crack—
Crack—
Along with two snapping sounds, Xiao Emei's arms became twisted, obviously dislocated.
In an instant,
Xiao Emei's face showed a look of pain, her night clothes burned by fire and the carbonized fabric sticking to her face began to fall off due to the contortion of her facial expressions.
However, this scene in Jiang Ning's eyes was secretly astonishing.
"Impressive!"
At this moment, the carbonized fabric fell from Xiao Emei's face, yet without leaving behind any traces of burns.
Even the hair on top of Xiao Emei's head was not much burnt.
