Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 107: Can’t Even This Request Be Fulfilled Before Dying?

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Can’t Even This Request Be Fulfilled Before Dying?

A slender figure lightly landed on the ground.

Chu Qianli’s fingertips were clutching a silver needle, but she wouldn’t move unless the enemy did.

Jian Wuying was like a lingering evil spirit.

Last time, after being injured, he was struck by two palms from Feng Jinrui and walked away spitting blood.

Today, he came again!

"What benefit did Yu Linglong offer you to be so set on killing me?"

Jian Wuying working for Yu Linglong couldn’t be just for money - it wasn’t that simple.

Was there some unspeakable connection between the two of them?

A flicker of surprise crossed Jian Wuying’s eyes, but soon, his face returned to its usual indifference and calm.

Though wearing a mask, the murderous aura exuding from him was still clearly perceptible to Chu Qianli.

He truly was determined to kill her!

Chu Qianli glanced at the System Space of her bracelet.

Inside was a stun baton, its battery charged by the seller. It could probably be used a few more times.

However, with Jian Wuying’s profound Inner Strength, she had no chance to get close enough for an attack.

The stun baton was likely of little use.

The silver needle was not very effective either, as Jian Wuying was already on his guard...

She looked at Jian Wuying’s feet.

As soon as Jian Wuying moved, she immediately turned and ran.

Jian Wuying mistepped and pursued her.

Just when he was about to catch up with her, Chu Qianli suddenly flung her hand behind her.

She sprinkled out a powder that was colorless and tasteless.

Jian Wuying sneered and a sweep of his long sleeve dispersed the powder at once.

Chu Qianli, however, wasn’t disheartened. She sent out the powder and silver needles almost simultaneously.

But after the needle was released, no one knew where it landed as it disappeared without a trace.

She kept running.

Jian Wuying followed her like her shadow.

"Do you think anyone will save you this time?"

A powerful and icy palm strike came from behind her.

With a thud, this time, Chu Qianli had no escape.

She was struck by his palm and flung against a tree trunk, then fell heavily to the ground.

Her breath was utterly disordered; as she opened her mouth, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out violently.

Looking up, she saw Jian Wuying slowly approaching her, looking down at her from above.

"I heard that the number one assassin of Beiming Country never kills... never kills those who are helpless."

Chu Qianli’s voice was hoarse, and she coughed up another mouthful of fresh blood as she spoke.

"How can the crafty Princess of Xuan be considered helpless?" Jian Wuying snorted coldly.

Chu Qianli raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips.

She struggled to her feet, facing his ruthless gaze.

"What exactly did Yu Linglong offer you, or is it that no matter what conditions I propose, you won’t change your mind?"

Jian Wuying, however, was staring at her hand and sneered, "No need to stall for time. This time, no one will save you!"

Chu Qianli was indeed feeling desperate.

But she was never the type to give up easily!

"If I offered myself to you, would you still refuse to let me go?"

As she spoke, she actually began to undo her clothing.

Jian Wuying’s eyes darkened with anger, "No matter what tricks you try, I will not have the slightest...you!"

Chu Qianli suddenly rushed towards him, her arms outstretched as if to embrace him, "I just want one night before I die; can’t I have even this last request?"

She shed her outer garment to reveal a short-sleeved top underneath!

Jian Wuying had never seen such a garment before, her arms almost completely exposed.

A stretch of pure white.

He instinctively turned his face away.

But unexpectedly, Chu Qianli took advantage of his distraction at that moment to swing a stick at him.

Jian Wuying was nearly amused by her audacity!

He raised his hand and firmly grabbed one end of the short stick Chu Qianli was holding, not giving her any chance to harm him.

He sneered, "With just a stick, you think you can..."

But suddenly his expression darkened, and his face turned deathly pale in an instant!