You're really slow!
With a hint of reproach, the words carried by the wind and snow reached Ah Jiu's eardrums, stirring his heart.
The young girl in front, gritting her teeth, displayed a behavior totally unbecoming of a demure lady in a great family. Yet, on her, it seemed entirely natural.
Wufu's body swayed, her steps faltering slightly, and she looked about to fall to the ground when Ah Jiu dashed forward in a swift step and narrowly caught her in his arms.
"Is something wrong?" Ah Jiu asked, holding her, and immediately detected the smell of blood, his expression changing.
Wufu cracked a smile, raised her hand, and handed over the needle: "Hit by a hidden weapon."
Before Ah Jiu could take it, Yuan Ye, who had followed close behind, stepped forward and snatched the Flying Needle first, casting a fierce glance toward the man kneeling on the ground, pointed at by swords.
