An unpleasant memory overlapped with the familiar scene, intertwining before Shen Ningning's eyes and in her mind.
Her thoughts flashed back to the night Wu Zuchang had died.
He had also held her tightly in his arms, protecting her, just as Xie Suzhi was now.
Wu Zuchang's back had also bled so much.
A howling, cold wind blew, and a chill ran down the little girl's back, making her shiver.
She snapped back to her senses.
Xie Suzhi's refusal to acknowledge her had certainly saddened her.
But she did not want him to die!
She watched as the assassins behind them continued their relentless pursuit.
Shen Ningning steeled herself.
From her Immortal Realm, she took out the golden pearls she had prepared and crushed them one by one.
In the span of a few blinks, nearly a hundred golden pearls dispersed like dust.
Shen Ningning placed her small hand to her lips and let out a sharp whistle!
From all directions, a fierce wind began to roar.
