Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1181 - 1180: Feng Yexuan, You Madman!

"Fulong..." On seeing Fulong being brought in, Chu Qianli beca rigid all over.

Fulong couldn’t bear to see her panic; he hurriedly said, "Don’t worry about , he won’t take my life!"

At most, it would be a bit of torture.

"Really?"

The voice of Feng Yexuan was as cold as if it ca from hell.

"Leng Ji, bring the sword."

"Your, Your Highness..." Although Leng Ji knew that the emperor was in a life-and-death crisis right now and the Prince was truly anxious at heart.

But was the Prince really going to threaten them with Fulong’s life?

By doing this, all the way back for Chu Qianli would be utterly severed.

Prince... Are you really casting everything aside?

Feng Yexuan’s icy glance swept over Leng Ji.

Leng Ji hesitated to move; the Prince had lost all patience!

Suddenly reaching out a large hand.

Leng Ji felt the sword at his waist loosen; his sword was snatched away by the Prince through the air.

A hissing noise as the long sword pierced into Fulong’s abdon, then was ruthlessly yanked out.

The one holding the sword didn’t even blink an eye.

The blood continued to slide down the tip of his sword.

"Fulong!" The sword strike ca too fast, so fast that it left people utterly unprepared.

She watched the long sword pierce into Fulong’s abdon, watched it pulled out rcilessly, and watched Fulong’s blood sprayed all over the floor.

And she was powerless to do anything!

"Feng Yexuan, you madman!"

Chu Qianli tried to rush over.

Leng Ji, terrified, rushed to grab her wrist and stop her.

"Miss Chu, don’t... don’t go over there..."

Honestly, even Leng Ji thought the Prince was being too heartless.

Once, they had fought side by side on the battlefield.

Prince... Why have you beco like this?

Fulong grunted, the acute pain made him stiffen all over.

But seeing Chu Qianli desperately trying to co over, the pain in his heart exceeded that of his wounds.

"Ali... calm down, don’t... be like this, Ali..."

"Heh, why can your man be so utterly devoted to you? Are their hearts blinded by lard?"

The long sword in Feng Yexuan’s hand was raised again: "Make your choice. Are you going to save him or not?"

"Feng Yexuan... Ah! No! Don’t do this!"

The madman! His second sword had already stabbed into Fulong’s body.

As the long sword was drawn out, Fulong’s legs gave in, and he knelt on one knee.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Fulong!" Chu Qianli struggled fiercely, "Let go! Leng Ji, let go! Let go see him! Release !"

"Miss... you mustn’t... mustn’t go over." Leng Ji, though heartbroken, dared not let go.

The current Prince was truly terrifying, very much like the War God of the battlefield.

Yet now he was facing the people who had once fought alongside him.

He actually, could treat them with the sa approach he used against enemies on the battlefield...

Leng Ji’s heart raced with fear; if he were to let Chu Qianli go, it was uncertain whether the Prince would harm her.

He didn’t want to see Chu Qianli get hurt.

"Miss, just give in, heal the emperor!" Leng Ji hoarsely urged.

Chu Qianli clenched her teeth tightly, trembling, her body shaking desperately with despair!

Fulong, seeing her trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind, felt his heart wrench.

"Ali, you don’t need to... worry about ."

But in his heart, there was also despair.

How could Ali not care about him?

Ali might be willing to sacrifice her own life, but she could never stand by and watch her friend be in trouble!