The silver needles were about to pierce Feng Yexuan's body.
However, Feng Yexuan, as if possessing eyes in his back, merely flicked his sleeve, sending the silver needles flying away.
Xiao Yao was stunned!
Right! She had forgotten that she was now facing the omnipotent Prince Xuan, who could traverse heaven and earth!
How could Prince Xuan possibly be injured!
She was actually worried about her silver needles hurting him; was she insane!
"What do you want to do?" Seeing Feng Yexuan walk towards Ye Qingying, raising the short knife, Xiao Yao was terrified.
"No!"
But, with a *swish*, Feng Yexuan's knife fell.
Ye Qingying, who had just stood up, immediately had a gash open on his chest.
Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing his clothes crimson.
The sight was so shocking!
Xiao Yao was scared out of her wits!
"No! Don't hurt him! Master!"
She lunged forward, grabbing the fallen Ye Qingying.
But Ye Qingying's physique was too imposing, standing at least 1.88 meters tall, which was too much for the petite Xiao Yao to handle.
They both tumbled to the ground, a picture of utter disarray!
Ye Qingying opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Looking at the bloody wound on his chest, Xiao Yao was so anxious that tears were about to stream down her face.
"Are you Li'er?" Feng Yexuan, standing before them, appeared remarkably calm.
"If you are Li'er, the primordial spirit of the Qiankun Chain will surely be upon you. It contains the surgical tools you need, and you still have a chance to save him."
"I'm not! I'm nothing! I'm just Xiao Yao!"
Xiao Yao looked up, glaring at him, her eyes filled with hatred. "Why are you forcing me! I'm not!"
"It doesn't matter. If you are not, then watch him bleed to death. To this King, it's merely killing a killer who has plagued the world for a thousand years. His life holds no significance in my eyes."
"You! Feng Yexuan! You are too cold-blooded!"
Xiao Yao bit her lip, clenching her fists, and looked at Ye Qingying, who was still bleeding profusely.
Everything before Ye Qingying's eyes began to blur, but he still managed to lift his hand and grasp her cold, small one.
Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes, almost unable to resist striking his hand away with a palm strike.
Ye Qingying rasped, "I... I won't die."
It was merely a flesh wound!
Feng Yexuan's strike was measured, not harming any vital organs, so he wouldn't die immediately.
Xiao Yao checked his pulse and examined the wound, naturally knowing that he wouldn't die from this injury in a short time.
But he was losing too much blood; if he didn't get immediate hemostasis and surgery to dress the wound, he would die!
However, if she were to perform surgery on him, the secret of the Qiankun Chain would inevitably be compromised.
Master had told her not to let anyone know the secret of the Qiankun Chain...
"Prince Xuan, please... please let me take him to a doctor, I beg you."
She crawled to Feng Yexuan, grabbing the hem of his robe. "Your Highness, please."
"You never beg anyone," Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze growing colder.
"I am not the person you are looking for, I am not your Li'er, I truly am not!"
She really wasn't. She didn't even know who she was.
But she was not his Li'er! This face was real, and she knew it clearly in her heart; she hadn't done anything to it.
How could she be his Li'er?
"It's fine if you don't admit it, but this King has already decided it's you."
In fact, he had decided long ago, but he dared not make the final call!
This was because he knew that making the wrong decision would inevitably hurt everyone.
He still needed a final piece of proof.
He wanted her to admit it herself!
"This King will not let you leave. If you wish to watch him die before your very eyes, then by all means, deny your identity! Otherwise, take out your first-aid kit, take out the items from your Qiankun Chain! And tell this King yourself that you are Li'er!"