In front of An Ziqi at this moment was Xiao Moli, and behind her was Fu Sinian; she couldn't dodge in time.
Just as she raised her hand to cover her head, preparing in despair to endure the blow.
Xiao Moli seemed to have eyes on his back, ignoring the person wielding a dagger at him from the front. He twisted his waist, shielding An Ziqi in his arms, and raised his hand directly to defend above her head.
The iron rod in Fu Sinian's hand thudded straight down on his arm, which was protecting An Ziqi's head.
An Ziqi even clearly heard the sound of a "crack," the noise of his arm bone breaking.
At the same time, the person behind Xiao Moli swung the dagger and directly slashed across his back.
Blood instantly dyed his snow-white school shirt red, yet Xiao Moli seemed completely insensible to the pain.
With a lift of his hand, he seized the iron rod from Fu Sinian and smashed it directly toward his head.
Fu Sinian shrieked and fell to the ground, rolling.
