In the dim shed, Gu Jiuyao sat on the ground. Her red attire was strikingly dazzling, but her face was marred with countless wounds, fresh and bloody.,Standing before Gu Jiuxiao was a man in his prime. He wore a blue robe, and his face bore a cold and stern expression.,Gu Yun forcefully pulled out the dagger from his mouth and instantly lunged toward Gu Jiuyao. The dagger, like a swift wind, plunged down onto Gu Jiuyao's upper body.。