Su Yujin's eyes filled with shock and bewilderment. Her hand fell limp, and the Mysterious Light Thunder dropped slowly. Hu Xiaotian reacted in a flash, rushing forward to catch it. Fortunately, it had not been activated. At the same moment, the red beam shot toward him. Ji Feihua shoved him aside, and the beam grazed his left shoulder. A searing pain burned through Ji Feihua's shoulder, but fortunately, the wound was only flesh-deep. Without stopping to examine it, he leaped into the air and pursued the beam's source.
Afraid something might happen to Ji Feihua, Hu Xiaotian stuffed the Mysterious Light Thunder into the Leather Pouch and raced after him.
Murong Zhan reached Su Yujin immediately. He gathered her into his arms and clasped her rapidly cooling hand. Her lips opened and closed, but no words came out. As she gazed at him, countless tangled emotions that defied expression flickered in her eyes.
Murong Zhan's gray-white eyes grew moist. He gripped Su Yujin's hand tightly and felt her clutching him with all the strength she had left, like a drowning person grasping a life-saving straw-even though she knew that straw could never save her life.
Murong Zhan knew she wanted to speak. He said softly, "You don't have to say anything. I've never blamed you. Rest assured, no matter what it costs, I'll bring our daughter back."
Su Yujin's head slowly drooped. She died without uttering a single word. In the night breeze, Murong Zhan held her cooling body tightly against him. The cold moonlight shone on his expressionless face, and he seemed like a statue frozen in place.
Hu Xiaotian and Ji Feihua failed to catch the ambusher. Judging by what they had seen, the assassin had fired from more than half a kilometer away from Su Yujin. Hu