Seeing Gu Changsheng walking toward the encircled wolf pack with the blood-dripping Chonghua Dagger, Zhou Mu raised his hand and grabbed her clothes, speaking in a low voice.
"Why?" In Gu Changsheng's Phoenix Eyes, the blood-red hue hadn't faded. She turned back and roared in defiance.
This pack of beasts dared to hurt her little bundle!
Unforgivable even with a hundred deaths!
"I'll trap them first, you go check on Yaoyao; he's surely frightened." Zhou Mu responded gently.
Under the moonlight, his face was as serene as a Divine Residence, shining like the bright moon in the sky.
The worry on that face instantly calmed Gu Changsheng's agitated, bloodthirsty heart.
She nodded lightly, and without another word, Gu Changsheng walked toward where the two Imperial Gu were located.
