The man carrying Xu Qing stiffened when he heard her words. However, he still hugged her firmly with one hand and snatched the assassin's long saber with the other. As for the assassin in the distance, someone would deal with him.
The aura emitted by the person was cold and bloodthirsty, as if only gore could make him feel happy. It was like everyone was as insignificant as an ant in his eyes. He could kill them however he wanted. No one could stop him, and no one dared to stop him.
This made Xu Qing tremble because this man gave her a terrifying feeling. However, it was also because of this that Xu Qing knew that this man wasn't Qiao Yanhui.
He was… Zhuo Wuyou.
Xu Qing instantly felt a little helpless in Zhuo Wuyou's arms. Xu Qing wanted to escape from his arms, but didn't dare to move since she was afraid that she would disturb Zhuo Wuyou and make him lose his momentum.
