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.,With every word Gu Yun uttered, Gu Jiuyao felt as if a sword pierced her heart. Her already numb heart trembled violently once more.,This sword strike, carrying an overwhelming amount of hatred, was as if it wanted to rip out his black heart.。