322 My Left Hand Isn't Stained With Blood, And Can Carry You

Qiao Xiuli reached out his hands, wanting to grab Gu Nuo'er.

Unexpectedly, the child was agile as a bird, running out of the long corridor in the blink of an eye.

She said in a childish voice, "Grandpa, Grandma, Mother, Brother, I'll come back after taking a look!"

Elder Brother Siming was injured? Wasn't he a wolfie?

Could it be that those mountain bandits were too fierce?

Noble Consort Qiao walked out and saw that her daughter had already run around the corner.

She pursed her red lips and shouted sternly, "Zhang Sui, quickly follow the princess!"

The hidden guard who was hidden somewhere immediately appeared. After receiving the order, he tapped his foot and flew over the roof with his Qinggong, following Gu Nuo'er.

The child ran for a long time and was so tired that she was panting.

"Phew, the road to the city gate is too long!"