Tang Yun saw this and her eyes immediately grew wet.
"If there’s a next life, I want to be your real son," Gu Chengan said to Tang Yun with a grin, then suddenly turned around. The smile on his face vanished, his face twisted like an emoticon, and he tightly closed his eyes.
Tears still in his eyes, as he closed them, a single tear fell to the ground.
Consecutive crisp sounds rang out as the knives aimed at Tang Yun and the others by three men in black were knocked to the ground by stones that came flying from nowhere.
"Who’s there?!" The men in black’s faces tightened, their expressions changing.
Yun Chuyao, who had taken a few steps out, also suddenly stopped and looked around cautiously.
Before he could see anyone, a figure appeared ghost-like before him and, soon after, he was kicked in the stomach.
"Boom!" Yun Chuyao was sent flying two meters, knocking over two of his fellow men in black.
"Ding, ding, ding..."
The sound of metal clashing echoed continuously in the Gu Family’s backyard.
The three who had been prepared to face death opened their eyes.
They saw a dazzling figure weaving ghost-like amongst the dozen or so men in black.
The figure moved incredibly fast, leaving trailed afterimages among the men in black.
By the time they finally saw the figure clearly, the girl had already arrived in front of Tang Yun.
The girl before them radiated a cool, indifferent aura, her brows filled with a wicked laziness.
Tang Yun looked at the girl before her, then back at the motionless men in black behind the girl, "You sealed their acupoints..." Before she could finish, the people behind the girl suddenly collapsed one after another.
Tang Yun had barely uttered a word when she saw the girl move again.
Tang Yun just felt a blur flash by her eyes, and then she heard screams from behind her.
When she turned around, the men in black who had been restraining her and Gu Chengan were lying on the ground.
Without the men in black holding him and nursing wounds on his legs, as well as having been stabbed several times, Gu Chengan could no longer support himself and fell to the ground.
Yet, despite a momentary look of pain, his eyes were unwaveringly fixed on Gu Zhiqi.
The knife in the girl’s hand dripped with blood.
Her eyes were cold enough to chill the bone, and she exuded a cool, distant aura.
Indeed, she had just claimed over a dozen lives, yet there wasn’t a hint of murderous intent on her, only bone-chilling coldness and a spiritual air so ethereal it was impossible to grasp.
The girl casually tossed the knife in her hand to the side, the cool and distant air around her receding, turning into a lazy disinterest. She half-squinted her beautiful eyes and said in a languid tone, "Aunt Tang, leave stuff like fighting to me next time."
Tang Yun looked at the girl before her with a very complex expression, "Xiao Qi, you..."
"Medicine." Gu Zhiqi suddenly handed over a clear plastic bag containing medicine to Tang Yun.
Only then did Tang Yun realize that the girl was carrying quite a few things in her left hand.
Tang Yun fell silent.
After a while, she somewhat woodenly reached out and took the medicine the girl offered.
"Remember to transfer the money, 89 yuan," Gu Zhiqi said, and then she muttered under her breath, "That’s quite expensive."
Having said this, Gu Zhiqi took out her cell phone from her pocket and made a call.
"There’s something I need your help with," Gu Zhiqi said as she held the phone to her ear, her eyes downcast as she spoke.
"Whatever it is, just say it!" Tang Yichen’s voice was excited and eager.
"Well, a bunch of people suddenly popped up trying to kill my aunt, and I killed a few of them. A few others are also close to death. Could you come and help handle this?" Gu Zhiqi spoke in a leisurely and casual tone.