A human shield?
At a moment of crisis like this, let alone a human shield...
Even a random straw would probably be seen as a thread of hope by a drowning man.
What was more, Yu Zhiwen was the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Hall, Dao Xuanji's personal disciple, and Dao Qiongchang's martial niece.
With connections like that, so long as he held up the person in his hand, even Ai Cangsheng would likely have no choice but to hold back somewhat.
And at this moment...
Had it been anyone else, they might truly have lost their judgment at the words "human shield." Yet because of those anxious words, the savage light in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes instead dimmed slightly.
"A human shield?"
"Since when, when facing life and death, had I, Xu Xiaoshou, needed a woman to be my human shield?"
From beginning to end, from the moment he had fished Yu Zhiwen out of the Origin Mansion, he had not possessed even the slightest thought of the sort.
Just as when he had thrown Mu Zixi.
Holding Yu Zhiwen up was purely because the Origin Mansion certainly could not withstand Ai Cangsheng's arrow.
No one had any reason to be buried alongside him.
Even if their positions differed, Xu Xiaoshou was clear about whom he hated.
A Huo, A Bing, A-Jie...
All of it, every last bit of it, had nothing to do with Yu Zhiwen, who had been trapped in the Origin Mansion all along.
The reason for Xu Xiaoshou's fury was that arrow; the object of his hatred was even more simply Ai Cangsheng alone.
In this world where right and wrong were muddled, black and white intertwined, there was no truly clear dividing line called justice.
Some people walked on and on, turning from white