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.,Standing before Gu Jiuxiao was a man in his prime. He wore a blue robe, and his face bore a cold and stern expression.,Gu Jiuyao laughed and stood up, her face flushed, arrogant and enchanting. Perhaps she didn't want these people to see the joke, even though she was almost about to fall, she still managed to stand strong in the firewood shed.。