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.,At that moment, a black ball fell out of the pocket of the garment, making a sound in the silent little room.,This coming and going, though short in time, left Wang Ming drenched in sweat. Without a word, he went straight back into the corner bathroom and toilet combination.。