61. Mo Xiuyao's Injury
"Ah-Li, be careful!"
Lost in her thoughts, Ye Li was suddenly startled by Mo Xiuyao's voice. As she turned around abruptly, a sleeve arrow shot fiercely towards her. The dagger in Ye Li's hand simultaneously slipped from her grasp. A fleeting figure moved before her eyes, and a silhouette shoved her to the ground.
"Mo... Xiuyao…" Ye Li hesitantly stammered his name, her hand reaching for his back, instantly feeling the dampness of blood.
Mo Xiuyao helplessly collapsed beside her and smiled faintly. "It's nothing…"
"Your Highness!" Ah-Jin rushed over to help Mo Xiuyao up. Mo Xiuyao, his face as white as a sheet, furrowed his brow and said, "I'm fine. Check if there are any survivors."
