Chu Qianli never thought that she could be so important to him!
Just because he was afraid of hurting her, his powerful martial arts were so insignificant in his eyes.
All the grievances and resentments in my heart completely disappeared at this moment.
"don't want!"
However, no one can stop Ye Qingying's palm.
Seeing it, that palm with the aura of despair and killing was about to fall on the door of his heart.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a strange flute sound suddenly sounded.
Almost instantly, Ye Qingying's eyes that had brightened once again became chaotic.
The hand that fell down suddenly stopped.
But he couldn't stop the palm wind at all. With a bang, he was hit by his own palm wind and fell to the ground, vomiting blood!
"Stop that man!" Chu Qianli ordered in a deep voice, and immediately rushed towards Ye Qingying: "Master!"
"Be careful!" Feng Jinrui rushed over and pulled her back.
"He is being controlled, don't go there! It's dangerous!" he said urgently.
Leng Ji and Wang Yue looked at each other, and Wang Yue immediately rushed out, hunting for the sound of the flute.
Leng Ji held a long sword in his hand and quickly stood in front of Chu Qianli and Feng Jinrui.
Ye Qingying got up from the ground, and sure enough, his eyes became scarlet again, chaotic, and misty!
"Master..."
"He is not your master now, he has been completely controlled!" Feng Jinrui pulled her behind him.
"Obey, don't go there!"
She would not have the heart to hurt her master, so Feng Jinrui and Leng Ji did not intend to let her participate in the war.
As expected, Jingri came back with archers.
Chu Qianli was anxious: "Don't hurt him, please!"
But at this time, no one listened to her.
Ye Qingying slowly walked towards them, his tall body, hypnotized by the sound of the flute, carrying a murderous aura.
Under his palm, full of true energy has been condensed.
"Master, don't be like this, I am Xiaoyao!"
But this time, Ye Qingying didn't listen to her at all, and there was no unnecessary expression on her cold face.
"Archers, prepare!" Jingri raised his hand.
The guards circled three times inside and outside, one layer after another, and the arrows of their bows and arrows were aimed at Ye Qingying's heart.
"Don't shoot the arrow!" Chu Qianli wanted to rush over.
Feng Jinrui held her tightly again: "Witch, they have no choice but to do so!"
"don't want!"
Chu Qianli struggled desperately, but could not break free from Feng Jinrui's imprisonment.
"This is not his nature, he is just being controlled! Jin Rui, tell them not to shoot arrows or kill him! Don't do this!"
Feng Jinrui pursed her lips and said nothing.
Ye Qingying was still walking towards them.
He had no other option.
His deep gaze fell on Leng Ji.
Loneliness is also helpless.
If possible, he wouldn't want to kill Ye Qingying.
But at this moment, if you don’t kill him, you will be killed by him!
He is the most cold-blooded and powerful killer in the entire Beiming Kingdom, not to mention that his skills have greatly increased and he has no consciousness at all!
There is no other choice!
Leng Ji glanced at Jingri.
Jingri took a deep breath, and his hand was about to fall.
"No..." Chu Qianli's voice was hoarse.
Seeing the shocking sun, I was about to order the arrow to be fired. When I was in despair, there was only one name left in my mind.
"Ye Xuan! Ye Xuan! Save him! Ye Xuan, save him!"
With a cry, that figure seemed to be walking through the night.
Together with the passing evening wind, the tall body floated lightly in front of Ye Qingying.
Jingri's hand is almost about to fall!
Seeing this figure clearly, Jingri was so frightened that his legs almost gave out and he knelt down.
"Stop! Everyone stop! The prince is back! Stop it!"
