"Uncle..."
Ning Anran's legs suddenly went weak. If she hadn't been holding onto the railing, she might have already collapsed to the ground.
Mu Xiaojiu's eyes darkened, and Night Shadow immediately walked over to open the door to the secret room.
His hand, as strong as an iron clamp, grabbed Ning Anran's shoulder and lifted her up.
"Ah, it hurts." Ning Anran couldn't help but cry out in pain.
But Night Shadow paid her no mind. How could he show mercy to someone who harmed Baili Xia?
Night Shadow carried Ning Anran to the center of the secret room and threw her onto the ground.
"Ah..." Ning Anran screamed in pain once more.
When Night Shadow brought her in earlier, she already had multiple injuries from being thrown around, and now, she'll likely have a few more.
But with Mu Xiaojiu right in front of her, how could she care about her own pain?
Ning Anran hurriedly got up, knelt on the ground, and crawled towards Mu Xiaojiu.
