Chapter 431: Do you think I dare not kill you? 【2】
Out of the corner of her eye, Chu Yaorao caught sight of the dead Chu Xiong standing not far away, with pain in his eyes.
This is what grandpa protected with his life. Can she really ignore grandpa's last wish for her own selfish purposes?
In an instant, the coldness and hardness she had gathered with great difficulty collapsed!
The face is full of sadness, and the confused heart doesn’t know where to go!
Feng Yelin never denied that he was scheming.
Seeing the wavering look in Chu Yaorao's eyes, he struck while the iron was hot and said with emotion:
"Yaoluo, you can hate me, but you can't take the lives of thousands of people to retaliate against me!"
"Your grandfather was still thinking about the people and the Chu family before he died. How could you bear to let him down?"
"If you have to use blood to appease your anger, then you kill me!"
"Prince?!"
Lang Shan was shocked when he heard this and called out in surprise.
Feng Yelinxu raised his hand to signal him not to interfere.
Langshan was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.
Seeing his awe-inspiring look, Chu Yaoruo suddenly smiled.
There was a heartbreaking sarcasm in the desolate voice: "Ha! Your Highness the Crown Prince! Now, our life and death are in your hands, why do you have to be so hypocritical? Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
After finishing speaking, the tip of the sword in Chu Yaorao's hand, which was filled with cold light, was pointed directly at Feng Yelin's heart.
"Prince!" Lang Shan was shocked and was about to draw his sword.
"Back off!" Feng Yelin's voice was calm and his attitude was firm. He looked at Chu Yaorao with a magnanimous gaze without any flickering.
Chu Yaoruo sneered. She really didn't believe that he was willing to die. This must be his conspiracy.
After thinking about it, Chu Yaorao no longer hesitated and stabbed with his sharp sword.
Unfortunately, she was wrong again!
This time Feng Yelin had no plans and allowed her cold and ruthless sword to pierce his chest.
The sword was very cold, spreading rapidly like ice crystals in the warm heart. The ice was cold, with traces of pain.
Feng Yelin stood as still as an ancient tree in the sky, but his eyes gradually revealed a relieved smile as he stared at her.
If his death can wipe out her hatred!
If I can pay off my debt of love to her with my own life!