C1881 The Northern Court Is Desolate 13(1)

"Uncle-Master Xia, Grandpa Xia!"

Gong Tianqing called out to the two of them anxiously, but now she was the only one left to face Aslan. And the man's shadow had already merged with her body.

The man was already right in front of her.

"Ugh!"

Gong Tianqing spun around and slashed out with her sword in her right hand, but the man easily caught it with two fingers. She tried to draw her sword