Jiang Xuejun gripped her sword tightly, her expression extremely complex and subtle.
Gao Xuan ignored Jiang Xuejun. He opened a cola for himself and took a big gulp, letting out a comfortable burp.
Wei Zhenzhen timidly reminded him from the side, "Brother, five more have come."
At this time, the five people who entered from behind also opened the rear door.
Hearing the commotion, these people didn't bother going upstairs to look for someone; all five rushed to the front yard.
All five were fully armed, with the leading swordsman holding a thin-bladed longsword. His figure was lean, his steps light and graceful, moving at an incredible speed.
Seeing these five people emerge, Jiang Xuejun felt a wave of despair. Yun Qingshang was already in danger facing An Yong alone, and now with five more surrounding her, there was no hope.
Now the most rational decision was to turn and run. While Yun Qingshang could still delay them a little, they still had a chance to escape.
