The middle-aged man, seeing the girl's terrified appearance, looked at Gu Jiuyao with even colder eyes.,Rage flooded out like a torrent, staining her eyes with bone-deep hatred.,He raised his eyes, a crimson glint in them. Suddenly, he moved, a dagger appearing in his hand at some point. In Gu Qing's sharp cry, he plunged it towards Gu Yun.。