Standing before Gu Jiuxiao was a man in his prime. He wore a blue robe, and his face bore a cold and stern expression.,This sentence, like a bolt from the blue, shattered all of Gu Jiuyao's strength completely. In the end, she still couldn't stand firm and fell heavily to the ground.,He raised his eyes, a crimson glint in them. Suddenly, he moved, a dagger appearing in his hand at some point. In Gu Qing's sharp cry, he plunged it towards Gu Yun.。