Shang Qing didn’t respond, quietly pulling his ankle up.
Her palms became warm and she placed them on two acupoints of his ankle, massaging as she said, “You’re looking for someone to treat your younger brother?”
Sikong Jin was startled and pulled out another dagger from his back, aiming it at Shang Qing.
But Shang Qing was faster than him, and she used her hands to give a good twist. The loud snap of the bones being snapped back into place was heard, and the pain made Sikong Jin take a breath of cold air, giving Shang Qing time to take away his dagger. She raised her eyebrows and said cheekily, “You have quite a number of weapons on you huh…”
“Who the hell are you!” Sikong Jin glared at her, trying hard to endure the pain.
There were very few people who knew about his younger brother, how could she have known?!