C257 Ten Cut Eight Needles

The shock on Schmidt's face was obvious, but Zuo Feng's face was beaming with joy. He put a finger on the handle of his knife and slowly pushed it towards Schmidt.

Schmidt knew what this meant. She raised her head to look at Zuo Feng, flattered, and then carefully picked up the black dagger. If the dagger was slightly stronger, it would shatter like a fragile crystal