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.,Wang Ming, seeing this, was not bothered at all. He turned his eyes and walked towards the opposite street, making way for him. The man, as if relieved, quickly walked away.,It turned out that as soon as the walnut was bitten, something similar flowed into Wang Ming's throat along his teeth and into his stomach.。