Zhu Juyuan truly grabbed the girl's arm.
Thin and soft, it seemed like it could break with just a little force.
But he couldn't exert any strength.
A thin arrow was lodged in his shoulder blade, piercing a wound from seven days ago.
The girl turned her head to look at him.
Her eyes were incredibly beautiful, round, distinctly black and white, clean and clear.
The regret in her eyes was also very clear.
As she turned her head, her body was already pulled back swiftly by the whip tied around her waist, quickly falling into the arms of the Xuan Yi youth.
The whip loosened from the girl's waist, then sprang out again, directly striking Zhu Juyuan's face.
The Xuan Yi youth also lifted his gaze towards him, his pitch-black eyes revealing a blood-red hue.
But this whip did not hit Zhu Juyuan.
Tang Ziqian used the sheath to block it, stopping Li Mu's attack, then looked at Zhu Juyuan: "Whose man are you?"
