"Mr. Xiao, you are a prophet. The underground floor of the castle was filled with time bombs, which have now all been removed."
Looking at Xiao Wujie, who was pale but smiling, in her arms, Chu Liyue couldn't help but smile helplessly.
No wonder he could tolerate Vito Rosso going mad for so long; he was trying to kill him by destroying his spirit.
Vito Rosso, leaning on a stone pillar and struggling to stand, had an indescribable expression on his face. His chest heaved, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing him struggling to speak again, Xiao Wujie's gaze suddenly sharpened, and his slender fingers suddenly slashed forward.
An invisible wind blade instantly sliced Vito Rosso's body. With a sudden exertion of force from Xiao Wujie, Vito Rosso's resilient body was instantly cut in two, leaving a bloody mess.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; the person had been rescued, and Vito Rosso's clone had been killed.
Is this the end of the trip?
The person standing behind Shi Feng subtly shifted his feet, his gaze drifting unnoticed towards Xiao Wujie in Chu Liyue's arms.
As his gaze swept over Vito Rosso's mangled flesh, Xiao Wujie buried his face in Chu Liyue's neck, his voice low and disgusted.
"Sister, that's disgusting!"
Because of that wind blade, his remaining strength was almost completely exhausted. At this moment, his face was deathly pale, his brows were furrowed with weariness, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Upon seeing this, Chu Liyue immediately hugged him tighter, instinctively wanting to coax him to sleep.
The next instant, a whooshing sound rang out, and a person who was only a step away from the two behind Shi Feng flashed by with unimaginable speed, his long sword, gleaming with cold light, aimed straight for Chu Liyue's throat.
At this distance, Chu Liyue, whose attention was diverted by Xiao Wujie, had no way to dodge.
Almost instinctively, Xiao Wujie mustered the last bit of strength in his body and struggled to get up from Chu Liyue's embrace, suddenly pushing Chu Liyue backward.
At this distance, there was clearly still a chance, but the blade strangely deviated from its direction and headed straight for Xiao Wujie, who was exhausted.
Blood splattered as a large hand suddenly grabbed the sharp blade, disregarding the flying flesh and blood, and deflected the direction the blade was pointing.
Almost simultaneously, the person who made the move leaped into the air and kicked Xiao Wujie in the chest with both feet.
A slender hand suddenly grabbed Xiao Wujie by the back of his collar, pulling him backward instantly as he had no strength left.
Xiao Wujie felt a powerful force slam into his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out instantly. His body was thrown backward uncontrollably.
The imagined pain did not occur; instead, I felt as if I had fallen into a soft, warm embrace.
"My sweet baby!"
He vaguely heard someone calling him. He wanted to respond, but the sharp pain in his chest felt like a heavy stone pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. A metallic taste kept rising in his throat, and his vision was blurry and increasingly indistinct.
He tried his best to open his eyes, but the excruciating pain spreading to every corner of his body kept pulling his vision into endless darkness.
He could only instinctively curl up; it hurt so much, it was so cold…
Also, I'm so glad my sister is alright!
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