With every word Gu Yun uttered, Gu Jiuyao felt as if a sword pierced her heart. Her already numb heart trembled violently once more.,Now that I think about it, Gu Qing from back then should have been born by now, right,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.。