There was a rustling sound from a corner of the room. Zhao Wu drew his sword out of its sheath and cut off the curtain with his hand.
Huatang was lying on the ground in dishevel, as if he had fainted.
"Left Protector!" Zhao Wu was startled and went over to help her up, but suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind behind him.
Relying on his instincts gained from years of martial arts training, Zhao Wu jumped up to avoid the sneak attack and took Hua Tang into his arms.
More than a dozen cicada-shaped darts were nailed to the window lattice, and they were so densely packed that they penetrated people.
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