Both were shocked, what exactly had Qin Hao gone through? He was only twenty years old and yet he claimed his hands were stained with blood.
They wanted to ask, but ultimately they held back.
"You're a good person," Gu Xueqi said earnestly.
"Right, you're a good person, they're the bad guys. We don't care about any 'hands stained with blood,' we only know that you're our friend," Gu Xuesong also spoke up.
Even though his face was beaten black and blue and he looked somewhat disheveled, when he spoke, there was an air of determination about him.
In fact, Gu Xuesong was very clear that if Qin Hao hadn't shown up this time, they would have been finished.
Gu Xueqi would have been humiliated, and he would probably have lived the rest of his life in guilt.
"I'm no good person. Good people don't live long. I'm a great demon," Qin Hao laughed loudly.
"Demon, behold the sword."
Just as Qin Hao's voice fell, a flash of sword light passed by, stabbing straight at Qin Hao's throat.
