Everyone was silent.
Blood was gushing out from Mo Zhao's chest, and even his lips were bleeding.
His body trembled as he pulled out a gold hairpin from his wound and threw it onto the floor.
It seemed like Gu Xijiu had stabbed him with the hairpin. It was about 20 centimeters long, and his face was pale as the hairpin had penetrated through his heart.
One would have immediately died if something penetrated through their heart. However, Mo Zhao was different as he could still stand and spoke, "Gu Xijiu, you pretender! Where did you get the hairpin!?"
