Ji Li still did not stop his hand, but asked solemnly, "When?"
Ayimulan: "Three months!"
"Too long!"
"One month!"
Ayimulan clenched his fingers.
Ji Li's move abruptly halted, the fan blade stopped at Mo Yi's throat, half an inch further and it would have been too late to save.
Blood flowed from Mo Yi's wound, he couldn't feel the pain in his body, but was suffering from "Deviation".
His eyes were bloodshot, on the verge of going berserk.
Ji Li used the fan as a tool to seal Mo Yi's major acupoints.
Thus, it not only prevented Mo Yi from going mad but also from recklessly hurting others.
Primarily the latter.
Ji Li jumped off the stage, collecting his murderous aura, returning to his usual pretense of cool.
The female envoy beamed at Princess Wanping: "Princess, the Prince Consort is truly amazing."
Princess Wanping snorted noncommittally.
Ji Li went upstairs, glancing at Princess Wanping, then at Lu Yuan and Meng Qianqian's side.
