Everyone has a survival instinct. When someone threatens the lives of you and your important people, they will often make a desperate move and go all out.
The woman took out a dagger with a cold light from her sleeve and stabbed Jiao Xiaoliu. No one expected that she would have such a move. Fortunately, Jiao Xiaoliu reacted very quickly and dodged to the side.
, Even so, the dagger still pierced Jiao Xiaoliu's arm. The blood flowed out instantly, penetrated the clothes, and stung Feng Qianchen's eyes.
The aura around him changed rapidly, and Bu Qingyun couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, "Your Majesty, no." But it was already too late. Feng Qianchen's eyes were originally darker than others, and now they were even deeper and colder.
His fierce temperament makes those around him feel like they are on ice.
Jiao Xiaoliu saw Feng Qianchen's change. He was so anxious that he even forgot about the pain in his arm. He tried to hold his hand but it was bounced away. Bu Qingyun quickly went over to hold Jiao Xiaoliu up so that she wouldn't fall down, his voice was a bit loud.
She reminded Jiao Xiaoliu tremblingly, "Princess, don't get close to the prince now."
Before Jiao Xiaoliu had time to ask what was going on, Feng Qianchen moved. The surrounding air seemed to be solid. Feng Qianchen walked towards the woman who stabbed Jiao Xiaoliu with a smile on his face. The woman didn't even have time to
Frightened, Feng Qianchen—teared him to pieces! Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and Keren even fainted from fright.
Such a bloody scene scared even the murderous Jiao Xiaoliu. His voice was slightly trembling, "Bu Qingyun, what's going on?" Bu Qingyun scratched his head, "I guess the fact that you were injured irritated the prince.
...The last time the prince was like this was when he knew that Princess Feiyu had died, and the entire palace almost turned into a dead city...The prince was only 12 years old at that time...It has been ten years now..."
The smell of blood stimulated Feng Qianchen even more, and he turned around and walked towards the kneeling people. Those people were shaking like chaff, and Feng Qianchen died together without even giving them a chance to beg for mercy.
The whole room was filled with the smell of blood, making people sick.
Jiao Xiaoliu wanted to stop Feng Qianchen who was walking out the door, but was held back by Bu Qingyun, "Your Majesty, in this situation, his consciousness is not under control at all." Jiao Xiaoliu's heart twitched and tears fell down, "It will happen.
What?" Bu Qingyun sighed deeply, "The entire west of the city is probably going to be destroyed..." Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of something breaking outside, mixed with the screams of women and children.
of crying.
Jiao Xiaoliu and Bu Qingyun walked out quickly, and then Jiao Xiaoliu saw a scene that she would never forget in this life, the next life, and the next life: the dilapidated house, basically no trace of it, and the snow on the ground.
It is no longer white, but blood red. Due to what happened in the house just now, Jiao Xiaoliu and Bu Qingyun were inevitably splashed with blood, but Feng Qianchen's white clothes were still spotless. He smiled and slowly walked out of the ruins
When he came out, he was dressed in white and looked particularly abrupt. In Jiao Xiaoliu's view, Feng Qianchen was like Shura coming out of hell, and he had to be awe-inspiring.
Jiao Xiaoliu shook off Bu Qingyun and ran to Feng Qianchen to stop him, "Qianchen, I'm fine... Please don't be like this, okay..."
Hearing Jiao Xiaoliu's voice, Feng Qianchen trembled, his aura slowly dissipated, and he fell down. Jiao Xiaoliu quickly supported him. Feng Qianchen whispered in Jiao Xiaoliu's ear, "I'm sorry, I'm right here."
Being around you has hurt you." After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell into a coma.
