Seeing that Feng Wu was going to die and that the crown prince didn't care about her, all the girls were over the moon.
But soon —
"45cm? 40cm? 35cm?"
"Wait! No one's waist can be as small as 35cm!"
"It's 30 now!"
"25cm!"
"Oh god… 10cm!"
Crack! The "cocoon" snapped in half.
Outside —
"Ahhh —"
"Is Feng Wu dead? Is she really dead?!"
"What a shame! Why did she have to be so stubborn?"
"That's why you shouldn't bite off more than you can chew. Otherwise, you'll end up like Feng Wu."
Many people sighed, but they gloated over Feng Wu's predicament at the same time.
Qiao Yi had never felt so happy before. She was ecstatic!
"Feng Wu is dead, just like that… How wonderful!"
However, before her smile could grow wider, things took a turn.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The purple vine started retreating, as if its soul was being sucked out.
