After the black man died, everyone else surrounded Sikong gracefully.

Sikong's graceful and tender shoulder was stabbed by a dagger just now, at this time, blood is flowing.

Tian Xiao stood in front of her, her face was ugly.

As Sikong's close escort for many years, such a thing happened, and he was naturally responsible for it.

"Madam, I didn't protect you. Damn me!"

Sikong gracefully and indifferently said: "Master Tianxiao, don't blame yourself, I just lost a little bit of injury, nothing serious."

"Madam, your wound is bleeding... Let me take you to the hospital. Tian Xiao looked at Sikong Wanrong's bleeding shoulder and murmured.

Sikong gracefully shook his...