The middle-aged man, seeing the girl's terrified appearance, looked at Gu Jiuyao with even colder eyes.,Gu Jiuyao closed her eyes, her shoulders shaking, her pale face overflowing with grief.,He raised his eyes, a crimson glint in them. Suddenly, he moved, a dagger appearing in his hand at some point. In Gu Qing's sharp cry, he plunged it towards Gu Yun.。