Rage flooded out like a torrent, staining her eyes with bone-deep hatred.,He raised his eyes, a crimson glint in them. Suddenly, he moved, a dagger appearing in his hand at some point. In Gu Qing's sharp cry, he plunged it towards Gu Yun.,This sword strike, carrying an overwhelming amount of hatred, was as if it wanted to rip out his black heart.。