C388 Little Sister Ruoxi

Zhang Xuan pivoted, and time within the room seemed to decelerate in an instant.

His hand froze as it closed around the girl's neck.

She was a child of merely twelve or thirteen, her chronic undernourishment making her appear no older than eight or nine.

Her face was sallow, her frame gaunt and bony.

Instinctively, he retracted his Time Technique.

"Let me go! You damn bullies