C1718 Late-night Plotting

"Xiaoxiao!" Hearing Gu Xiaoxiao's words, Shangguan Wuji sighed helplessly. He held Gu Xiaoxiao's hand lightly with one hand and walked inside with large strides.

A gust of cold wind blew on her face, causing her to tremble slightly. Her eyes were filled with caution as she held the silver needle in her hand.

Shangguan Wuji, who was walking on the road, smelled the faint scent of blood