All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The next moment, everyone came to their senses, and both sides angrily charged toward each other, clashing fiercely.
Prince Wuyi lost his best opportunity for a surprise attack, and now his right hand had lost all sensation.
Jin Zijin arrived in an instant. He could only sigh at the missed opportunity.
This woman was his weakness, perhaps his only weakness. If he couldn't have her, dealing with Jin Zijin would become difficult.
Picking up the dagger, Jin Zijin scooped up Gu Youyou in his arms, his eyes dark as he glared at the despicable gang.
He, Jin Zijin, was determined to level the desert of Xining and personally slay Jin Mocong.
The owner of the short sword, through the fighting crowd, looked at Gu Youyou in Jin Zijin's embrace. Jin Zijin covered her with his cloak and nodded gently at him.
Searcy galloped over on his horse and urgently asked, "How is she?"
"She's fine, only hit by your needle," Jin Zijin replied.
