บท 1812: The path to leave (8)

The little girl's teeth were so sharp that they pierced through old Gu's skin.

Fresh blood trickled down the corner of the little girl's mouth, causing a flame-like light to appear in her eyes.

"Ah!"

Originally, this bite didn't have much strength. Old Gu would only feel a slight pain and wouldn't be hurt too much.

But for some reason, he was startled.

This little girl's teeth were like flames, burning the skin on his hand and causing him to let out a hoarse cry. The hand that was originally holding the long sword involuntarily loosened, and he ruthlessly threw little Ling 'er away from his side.

Clang!

the longsword fell to the ground and made a slight collision.

Ying die's palm was bleeding non-stop, but she couldn't care anymore. She quickly ran to little Ling 'er, who had fallen to the ground, with unconcealed worry in her eyes.

"Miss Ling 'er, how are you? Are you hurt?"