Gu Shaoyu bent down, hugged her in his arms, and pressed her head against his chest so she wouldn't see the harsh winds and frost outside.
Xie Zhaozhao felt that he was walking very fast, and the scenery in front of her was rapidly receding, becoming blurry and unreal.
He squeezed into the crowd and left Yongfeng Street together with everyone else.
Nanxing and his three companions killed more than a dozen masked men, but the masked men were like a tidal wave, too many to stop.
Some of the masked men fought with them, while others went after Gu Shaoyu and Xie Zhaozhao.
Soon, someone shouted, "Here! Here!"
I watched as a man and a woman, hand in hand, weaved and dodged, fled with the crowded people, their hair all disheveled.
However, their clothing was correct; the man wore a fox fur cloak, and the woman wore a bright red brocade cape trimmed with snow-white fox fur.
It's Gu Shaoyu and his wife Xie Zhaozhao!
The masked men rushed forward excitedly, killing one person with a single slash, blood splattering everywhere!
Someone shouted, "Grand Secretary Gu and his wife have been killed!"
The chaotic and noisy street suddenly fell silent!
Luo Cong and Han Zhu's get-rich-quick dreams lasted less than a quarter of an hour before their cloaks and capes became their shrouds!
The masked men in black whistled and then all fled!
The street, which had been quiet for a moment, descended into chaos again.
"Murder!"
"Grand Secretary Gu has been murdered!"
"The eldest daughter of the Xie family has been murdered!"
Nanxing cried out in pain, "Master!"
Hearing the shouts, Yuan Yuan was thunderstruck and desperately chased after them.
The first thing I saw was Xie Zhaozhao's bright red cloak, her snow-white fox fur stained with blood, and her piercing cry: "Miss!"
Just as the assassin was retreating to report the good news to his master, a group of masked men suddenly appeared on the street and on the rooftops on both sides of the street, dragging knives and swooping down like flying bats.
However, these flying bats were not wearing night clothes, but rather the clothes of ordinary people.
Without a word, the flying bat caught up with the masked assassins, slicing them down like watermelons, blood splattering everywhere.
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