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.,Gu Jiuyao's corner was hanging with a mark, she forcefully pulled it, bringing up a self-deprecating smile, slowly raising her head, sarcastically looking at the people in front of her.,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.。