The Heavenly Eye Gho

Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,After going home yesterday, I seemed to have forgotten about this walnut again, only remembering it today.,At this time, Wang Ming naturally wouldn't let him off. He bit down hard, trying to break the shell.。