"Jiaojiao?"
Xiaojiu felt her presence but remembered Gu Jiao's words, not to look back.
Gu Jiao stared intently at the figure of Feng Lao San ahead of her, raised her hand to wipe the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "Count the stars."
"Alright!" Xiaojiu sat cross-legged on the cloak, gazing into the vast, misty starry sky, "One, two, three..."
His tender, soft voice was the tranquility she was sworn to protect.
Gu Jiao stood up straight, holding the Red-Tasseled Spear, and walked step by step, bloodied, towards Feng Lao San.
Feng Lao San was bewildered.
What's happening?
After getting kicked by him, she could still stand up, still walk towards him!
"Good, if you're looking for death, then don't blame this old man for being merciless!"
Feng Lao San swung his long saber, aiming a blow at Gu Jiao's neck!
The expected severed head of Gu Jiao vanished in a flash!
Feng Lao San was startled.
