In the dim shed, Gu Jiuyao sat on the ground. Her red attire was strikingly dazzling, but her face was marred with countless wounds, fresh and bloody.,This strike, full of power, landed heavily on his face. Along with the furious roar, it echoed from the top of his head.,Gu Jiuyao's corner was hanging with a mark, she forcefully pulled it, bringing up a self-deprecating smile, slowly raising her head, sarcastically looking at the people in front of her.。