Humiliated, tormented, and hurt, people will cry out in despair; The pain can make people sob, toss and turn, make people bite the corners of the quilt and sweat coldly, the corners of the chair are yellow, and sometimes people can't help but swear words that they would never scold.

The merciless and humiliating whipping, the blood stains on his jaw and the bright red bandages irritated Xu Le's heart, so he angrily shouted an expletive, about the emperor's mother.

I**.

In the universe of Haohan, who dares to say such a thing to the emperor? It is far from enough not to be afraid of death, it is necessary for that person to clearly realize that he must die, and Xu Le just fulfills these two conditions. So he spoke out presumptuously, pleasing his cold and angry mood, balancing the panic at the moment of life and death.

The four words that the paralyzed voider seemed to have used all his physical strength and energy to burst out, like a thunderclap, instantly spread throughout the entire palace, and the imperial attendant in the distance raised his head in shock, and the golden sunflower on the screen near turned away, pretending not to hear.

Huai Caoshi's eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief at the pale face under the flying thorns, staring at the blood foam that spewed out of the air.

This sentence must have clearly reached the ears of the emperor, but his expression did not express it in the slightest, the faint madness in his indifferent grace continued, and the thorn strip tightly held in his hand continued to fall one by one, falling on Xu Le's body. venting his frustration over the years.

The emperor stared at Xu Le, who was tightly bound, but the gaze in his eyes seemed to pass through his face, piercing through the face of countless years ago, those two faces.

The thorns in his hands swung slowly and steadily in a gentle, gentle, but palpitating rhythm. The flesh is sour, the blood is splashed, and the pain is brought.

Deng Ren is dead, and those past grievances can no longer find a target for revenge, just like the colorful glow in the sky, the bright moon in the water, and the sunflowers in the mirror, there is no real feedback, how can they be willing to 7

So he put all the grievances that no one knew on the thorns, and fell on the body of the young man of the Federation in front of him, and turned into a splattered blood spatter.

for thou art his descendants.

The thorns fell directly, as if to whip some kind of cowardice in his heart, and Emperor Huaifucha looked indifferent. The madness in his eyes gradually faded, and became colder and colder.

"I**.

Xu Le's eyes widened, staring straight at the Emperor of the Empire who was close at hand, and every time he struck a thorn strip on his body, his thin gray-white lips would grin, repeating such a swear word.

Compared with the first scolding, the voice behind it was much weaker, but it was still clear enough. It was enough for the emperor in front of him and the Huaicao poem beside him to hear clearly.

A snap of the thorns fell, I **, a snap of the thorns fell again, I'll fuck your mom again, how many times the swords fell, how many times.

is an attitude towards life.

This is a life attitude that does not bow your head, does not blink, does not squint, only stares at you, does not give in, does not shy away, and is not afraid.

Even if you are the most powerful person in your universe, even if you say a word, you can make hundreds of millions of people bleed. But you still can't stop me from fucking.

You can sew my tick with a red-hot iron needle, but I can write a big manipulative with my finger. You can cut off all my ten fingers, and I can still chant the words of light in my heart. Sure, you can kill me, but since death is coming, why don't you me a few more times before you die?

The emperor didn't let people stop him, but Hui lowered his head and slowly and vigorously whipped his body as if he were performing some kind of cloth ritual.

Xu Le also lowered his head slightly, staring directly at his face, as if giving back some kind of etiquette, and said a dirty word slowly, softly and forcefully.

Syllable.

I**.

At that time, the situation in the palace was like this, the great emperor and the heroic hero of the Federation because of each other's sexuality, the unique part of Qianzhong, turned into two seemingly expressions, but in fact extremely crazy. After being provoked, the cockscomb was black and red, with his neck held high, looking at heaven and earth with disdain, and he was fighting Lo like a child

The imperial attendants and female officials who knelt outside the palace trembling will not forget the scene they saw today for a long time to come.

In fact, at that time, they thought that they would surely be executed immediately after hearing the countless filthy greetings of the Federation fanatic to His Majesty's mother, so as to prevent the filth from reaching the ears of more people, but they did not expect that His Majesty did not execute them afterwards.

Probably because His Majesty is too tired.

The blood-stained bandage frenulum fluttered around like a bird's feathers, and then fell "A large area spread out around Xu Le's body, and some of the blood solidified into black lacquer, and some of it was as bright as the first menstrual period. More blood flowed from the dense wounds on his body, large and small. Dripping down his thighs to the ground, it looks extremely terrifying.

Xu Le was not unconscious, his cheeks, which were unusually white due to excessive blood loss, always had a hint of cruelty that he didn't care about, and his head hung weakly. His eyes were still staring forcibly, staring fiercely at the Emperor in front of him, looking like he was rolling his eyes contemptuously.

Huai Fucha clenched the thorn strip in his right hand, his expression was indifferent and there was a hint of loneliness, the cheeks under his robe kept undulating, and the long-term whipping seemed to have consumed a lot of the physical strength of His Majesty the Emperor, and his daylight was still calm, but there was a trace of complex and inexplicable emotions in his calmness.

He looked at the bloody man in front of him in silence, listening to the last swear words that were so hoarse that he could hardly hear clearly, and suddenly frowned, and let go of his right hand.

The blood-stained thorns fell, swirling in pools of blood, and a few flowers bloomed.

Wyff turned around in silence, walked past the huge golden sunflower screen, walked back to the dark and noble soft pestle, flicked his robe, sat down calmly, and stared at the large classical brick wall in a daze, as if he was a little tired.

Then he raised his hand and waved it thinly. Two fingers pierced the air, concluding Xu Le's death.

"In the sea of mulberry trees, you have surprised me, but compared to today, it is more impressive

I feel some admiration.

Outside the maglev elevator, Huai Cao's poetry looked at Xu Le, who was covered in blood, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I'm sorry, the dignity that Shi once promised, there was a little accident today, but I can guarantee that you will die by shooting, not torture." ”

Xu Lewei, who was half-lying, opened his swollen eyes in difficulty, and wanted to say something, but after all, he could only squirt out a few blood foams weakly, so he had to smile helplessly.

Huai Caoshi took the handkerchief from his subordinate and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips for him.

The Imperial Concubine Medical-team had already rushed over at this time, and a large dose of cardiotonic injections and muscle relaxants were injected into Xu Le's body, and the smell of medical glue in a short period of time actually covered up the fragrance of flowers in the palace.

After a period of treatment, Xu Le finally regained some of his spirits, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Just now I saw your emperor's gestures. I should have been put to death right away, so why should I be healed?

"I said I would let you die with dignity. Huai Geshi frowned and replied, "I can't stop Your Majesty's wrath, but you will definitely enjoy the treatment that a soldier should enjoy before you die."

"I wouldn't say thank you. Xu Le's eyes were swollen and only a slit remained, and he looked at Huai Caoshi's face from the slit, and suddenly remembered a derogatory proverb from the Federation, and said in a snarling voice: "Because I will not express any gratitude to those who want to kill me." ”

"What would you do if you had the chance to kill me?" asked Huai Caoshi.

Of course kill.

Xu Le replied very truthfully, in the foreseeable future, in front of her, Her Royal Highness the princess has no doubt that the most powerful and terrible enemy of the Federation Army, if there is a chance to eliminate her from history in advance, no Federation soldier will have any hesitation, even if she is a young woman.

Huai Caoshi smiled, and she would not be in a bad mood if she could confirm her abilities from the best enemy officers.

"Before you die, what do you have to say?

These words were conveyed to the people of the Federation. ”

The empire occupies the Federation? The weak Xu Le didn't have the heart to engage in any more verbal battles with her, so he blinked his eyes in distress and asked, "This is considered an explanation, when did the empire treat the federal captives so well?"

"Thank you for bringing back that officer's diary. Huai Caoshi replied.

Do you have to confess your last words again? Xu Le remembered the conversation between Bai Yan Peak and Bai Tonglan that year, and his miserable face showed a trace of emotion, and after a long silence, he looked at Huai and said in a snarling voice: "There are no last words, I just want to know Feng Yu, that is, the Nasri you are talking about...... What does it have to do with the Empire?"

"He was one of the closest people in my life. The government says he's a traitor, and the charter identifies him as a first-tier wanted criminal, but I don't believe it. Xu Le coughed a few times in pain, gasped and said, "Your Emperor His Majesty hates him very much, this is very good, he supported my rebellion, this matter is really important to me."

Hearing Xu Le's last request before he died, Huai Caoshi was also silent for a long time, and the fingers behind him moved slightly, driving away all the doctors and guards in the field, and only the two of them were left in the quiet corner of the palace.

"The Confederacy thinks he's a traitor?" Her thick horns flashed with a hint of mockery, "Things in the world are really amazing. In my opinion, your father and Li Pifu, the brothers, are undoubtedly the most shameless pair of traitors in the history of the empire.

Whipped wildly by the thorns, countless blood flowed. Xu Le's body should be very weak, his hearing is somewhat impaired, the blood flowing down his sideburns trickles into his ears, and the sound of the outside world seems even more blurred. He tilted his head slightly with difficulty, trying to hear what Huai Caoshi was saying.

Uncle Feng Yu and the military god Li Pifu are traitors to the empire? Or did they hear it wrong?

Fuck me.

(Turn grief and anger into strength, I write.) )