A shield?
At this critical moment, any straw would probably be seen as a glimmer of hope by a drowning person, let alone a shield.
Furthermore, Yu Zhiwen was the Holy Maiden of the Holy Divine Palace, Dao Xuanji's personal disciple, and Dao Qiongcang's niece.
With such an influential background, as long as such a person was on your side, even Ai Cangsheng would be a little fearful.
At this moment, if it was anyone else, they would have subconsciously lost their judgment with Yu Zhiwen as their "shield." However, the violence in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were slightly restrained because of this word.
"Shield?"
"Since when did I, Xu Xiaoshou, need a woman to be my shield before I die?"
All along, from the moment he felt Yu Zhiwen in the Yuan Mansion, he did not bear such thoughts before, not even once.
It was the same as throwing Mu Zixi out.
He picked Yu Zhiwen up purely because the Yuan Mansion would definitely not be able to block Ai Cangsheng's arrow.
