People who were humiliated, tortured, and hurt would occasionally cry out in despair. Pain would make people sob, make people toss and turn, make people bite the corners of their quilts, break out in cold sweat, and lean against the corners of their chairs with yellow faces. Sometimes, it would also make people unable to help themselves from cursing out vulgarities that they would never have cursed under normal circumstances.
The merciless and humiliating whipping of the thorns, the bloody marks on his chin and the flying red bandages, stimulated Xu Le's heart. Therefore, he angrily shouted out a profanity, a profanity about the Emperor's mother.
F * ck your mother.
In the vast universe, who dared to say such words to the Emperor of the Empire? Not being afraid of death was far from enough. That person had to clearly understand that they were going to die. Coincidentally, Xu Le met these two conditions. Therefore, he wantonly said those words, pleasing his cold and angry heart and balancing the fear before death.
The four words that the paralyzed and weak person seemed to have used up all of his strength and energy to burst out were like a clap of thunder, instantly spreading throughout the entire palace. The servants of the Empire in the distance looked up in shock. The golden sunflower on the screen nearby turned around and pretended not to hear it.
Huai Caoshi opened her eyes wide and looked at the pale-faced person under the flying thorns in disbelief. She stared at the bloody foam in the air.
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These words must have clearly reached the ears of the Emperor, but his expression did not change in the slightest. The hint of madness in his indifferent and graceful appearance continued, and the thorns in his hand continued to fall down one after another, landing on Xu Le's body, venting his many years of frustration.
The Emperor stared at Xu Le who was tightly bound, but the gaze in his eyes seemed to pass through his face to the face from countless years ago, the two faces.
The thorns in his hand swung down slowly and steadily in a gentle but heart-palpitating rhythm, breaking through flesh, splashing blood, and bringing pain.
That person was already dead, and the resentment of the past could no longer find a target for revenge. Just like the rosy clouds in the sky, the bright moon in the water, and the sunflower in the mirror, how could they be satisfied without any real feedback?
As a result, he placed all of the resentment that no one knew about on the thorns, landing on the body of this Federation youth in front of him, turning them into blood that splattered everywhere.
Because you are his descendant.
The vines fell directly, as if to whip some kind of cowardice in the heart. The Emperor Huai Fu Chai's expression was indifferent, the madness in his eyes gradually receding, becoming increasingly cold.
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"F * ck your mother."
Xu Le also widened his eyes and stared at the emperor of the Imperium who was right in front of him. Every time his body was hit by a thorn, his grayish-white thin lips would open and repeat the same profanity.
Compared to the first time, his voice was much weaker, but it was still clear enough for the Emperor in front of him and Huai Caoshi beside him to hear it clearly.
With a bang, the ratchet fell down. Fuck your mother. With another bang, the ratchet fell down again. Fuck your mother again. As many as the ratchet fell down, I'll fuck your mother again.
F * ck is a kind of attitude towards life.
This is a kind of attitude of not lowering one's head, not blinking, not narrowing one's eyes, only staring at you, unyielding, unyielding, unavoiding, and fearless.
Even if you are the most powerful person in the universe, even if you can make millions of people shed blood into rivers with a single word, you still can't not let me f * ck you.
You can use a red iron needle to sew my mouth shut, but I can use my finger to write a large 'f * ck' character. You can cut off all of my ten fingers, but I can still silently chant the bright 'f * ck' character in my heart. Of course, you can kill me, but since death is already here, why not f * ck me a few more times before death?
The Emperor didn't have anyone seal his mouth, only lowering his head slightly, as if he was carrying out some kind of ritual ritual, slowly and forcefully whipping his body.
Xu Le also lowered his head slightly, staring straight at his face, as if returning some kind of courtesy, slowly, softly, and forcefully uttering a curse.
Pa.
F * ck your mother.
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At the time, the situation in the Royal Palace was like this. The great Emperor and the brave Federation hero, because of the unique part of each other's temperament, became two seemingly expressionless but, in reality, unusually crazy fighting cocks with black and red cockscombs raised their necks and looked with disdain at the world and the other side, carrying out a child-like confrontation with each other using one curse word after another.
The trembling Imperial servants and female officials kneeling outside the palace would find it difficult to forget the scene they saw today for a long time in the future.
In reality, at the time, they thought that after hearing the countless dirty curses of the Federation madman toward the Emperor's mother, they would certainly be immediately executed to prevent the filth from spreading to more people's ears. Unexpectedly, the Emperor didn't execute them afterward.
Perhaps it was because the Emperor was too tired.
The blood-soaked bandages fluttered in all directions like the feathers of a bird. They then fell and spread out around Xu Le's body in a large area. Some of the blood had solidified into black paint, while others were as bright as new blood. There was even more blood that flowed out from the large and small wounds on his body and dripped down his thighs to the ground. It was an unusually terrifying sight.
Xu Le did not faint. Because of the excessive blood loss, his cheeks were unusually pale. A trace of indifference and ruthlessness still hung on his face. His head drooped weakly, but his eyes were still forcefully open. He stared viciously at the Emperor in front of him. It looked like he was rolling his eyes in disdain.
Huai Fuchai's right hand held the whip tightly. There was a trace of loneliness in his cold expression. Under the robe, his chest rose and fell continuously. The long period of whipping seemed to have used up a lot of the Emperor's strength. His gaze was still calm, but there was an additional trace of complicated and indescribable emotion in his expression.
He looked silently at the bloody man in front of him and listened to the last curse word that was so slightly hoarse that it was almost inaudible. Suddenly, his brows furrowed and he let go of his right hand.
The blood-stained whip fell into the pool of blood and bloomed with a few blossoms of blood.
Huai Fuchai silently turned around and walked past the giant golden sunflower screen. He walked back to the dark and noble soft couch. Gently brushing his robe, he calmly sat down. He stared blankly at the large classical brick wall. He seemed to be somewhat tired.
Then he raised his hand and waved it tiredly. Two fingers cut through the air, deciding Xu Le's life and death.
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"In the sea of mulberry trees, you gave me some surprises, but compared to that, today I feel even more admiration."
Outside the maglev elevator, Huai Caoshi looked at the blood-covered Xu Le. After a moment of silence, he said, "I am very sorry. The dignity I once promised has been a little unexpected today. However, I can guarantee that you will die by execution and not by torture."
The half-lying Xu Le struggled to open his swollen eyes. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only weakly spit out a few drops of blood. He could only helplessly smile.
Huai Caoshi took a handkerchief from a subordinate's hand and helped him wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth.
The Empire's medical team had already rushed over. Large doses of cardiac stimulants and muscle relaxants were injected into Xu Le's body. The smell of the medical glue, for a short time, actually covered up the fragrance of the flowers in the Royal Palace.
After a period of treatment, Xu Le finally recovered some of his energy. In a raspy voice, he said in a low voice, "Just now, seeing your Emperor's hand gesture, I should be immediately executed. Why are you still treating me?"
"I said, I will let you die with dignity." Huai Caoshi furrowed his brows slightly and replied, "I cannot stop the Emperor's anger, but before you die, you will certainly enjoy the treatment a soldier deserves."
"I won't say thank you." Xu Le's eyes were so swollen that only a slit remained. He looked at Huai Caoshi's face through the slit and suddenly remembered a derogatory proverb from the Federation. In a raspy voice, he said, "Because I won't express any thanks to those who want to kill me."
"If you had the chance to kill me, what would you do?" Huai Caoshi asked.
"Of course I would kill you."
Xu Le's reply was very honest. In the foreseeable future, the princess in front of him was, without a doubt, the most powerful and terrifying enemy of the Federal Army. If there was a chance to eliminate her from history ahead of time, no Federation soldier would hesitate in the slightest, even if she was a young woman.
Huai Caoshi smiled. To be able to prove one's ability from the mouth of the most outstanding enemy officer, one's mood was not too bad.
"Before you die, what words do you have to say? In the future, when the Empire occupies the Federation, I can pass on your words to the people of the Federation. "
The Empire occupies the Federation? The weak Xu Le was not in the mood to continue arguing with her. He blinked with difficulty and asked, "Are these my last words? When did the Empire treat the captives of the Federation so well? "
"This is to thank you for bringing back the diary of that officer," Huai Caoshi replied.
Was he going to give out his last words again? Xu Le thought of the conversation he had with Bai Yulan on the summit of White Cliff Peak at 3320 years ago. A trace of emotion appeared on his wounded and miserable face. After a long silence, he looked at Huai Caoshi and said in a raspy voice, "I don't have any last words. I just want to know what Feng Yu, that Nasri you all speak of … what is his relationship with the Empire?"
"He is one of the people closest to me in my life. The government said that he is a traitor, and the charter determined that he is the number one wanted criminal, but I don't believe it." Xu Le painfully coughed a few times. He gasped for breath and said, "Your emperor hates him very much. This is very good. He supports my rebellion. This matter is truly very important to me."
Hearing Xu Le's last request before his death, Huai Caoshi was also silent for a long time. The fingers behind her moved slightly, chasing away all of the doctors and guards. Only the two of them were left in the secluded corner of the Royal Palace.
"The Federation believes that he is a traitor?" An extremely strong trace of mockery appeared at the corners of her lips. "Things in this world are truly very strange. In my opinion, your father and Li Pifu, this pair of brothers, are, without a doubt, the most shameless pair of traitors in the history of the Empire. "
Xu Le's body should be very weak after being crazily whipped by the thorns. His hearing was somewhat damaged. The blood that flowed down his temples gradually coagulated when it entered his ears. The sounds of the outside world seemed even more indistinct. He tilted his head slightly with difficulty, wanting to clearly hear what Huai Caoshi was saying.
Uncle Feng Yu and Military God Li Pifu were traitors to the Empire? Or did he hear wrong?
F * ck.
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