The Path of the Cannon Fodder's Counterattack

Ch-38

His brows were tightly knit, his teeth clenched with his face as white as paper due to the pain. Fu Yujun was clear that he was enduring silently due to the pain, but looking at his face, he felt that right now, Ling Xiao was a sad and beautiful scene. His heart couldn't help but jump a beat.

His body was obviously lying weakly on the ground without any strength due to the cartilage powered medicine, but right now, Fu Yujun obtained power from out of nowhere and supported himself up. Supporting Ling Xiao, he also used his remaining strength to lift his foot and kick at the dashing and seemingly foolish assassinating eunuch, seizing Ling Xiao into his arms.

"How are you?" Fu Yujun asked Ling Xiao and poked a pressure point, stopping the flow of blood from the wound.

"I..." Pained, Ling Xiao couldn't speak and his eyes swept the ground. The floor was full of blood from his wound, scattering and sprinkling all over the floor.

So much blood...

He really made a deficit this time, his injury had just gotten better! Not only was he hit by Lan Wei, he even had to help this Shao Country Prince take a hit!

Ling Xiao held his chest, thinking in a daze. His consciousness then because to blur.

In his dim mind, he seemed to have seen the Emperor.

A whole body clad in a dragon robe, his bearing was out of the ordinary. However, his face was pure black, his brows tightly wrinkled and his gaze cold. The atmosphere coming from him was extremely low. Everyone started to kneel while trembling with fear. Even Mo Qi, who worked hard to once again appear in front of the Emperor, knelt on instinct when she saw the Emperor like this, paralyze and shuddering, unable to speak a word.

Naturally, Ling Xiao could also sense the Emperor's anger, but his consciousness was fading and he recalled that the Emperor hadn't appeared in front of him in a long time. He couldn't help but feel sour at that.

Is the person in front of him really the Emperor? Or perhaps... an illusion?

Ling Xiao shook his head, wanting to see clearer when the scene before him suddenly went black and a stab of pain came from his chest. He gasped for breath, silently enduring it, and felt his body being pulled into an even thicker and broad chest. While breathing, Ling Xiao was also familiar with this scent.

"Your Majesty..." Ling Xiao unconsciously mumbled.

The soft and weak voice passed into the Emperor's ears and teased the Emperor's heart.

The Emperor looked down at the eunuch in his embrace. The white clothes on him made him seem like an immortal, but his face was even whiter than the clothes on his body, his lips also lacked color. A bloody hole in his chest dyed the front snow white red and brought a sense of bewitchment.

His brows were tight and his general appearance was one that was silently enduring. His pearly white teeth would be exposed from time to time, biting his lower lip, refusing to make a sound of pain, stubborn like a boulder.

The Emperor looked at this kind of Ling Xiao, his gaze dark, and anger rose in his chest. This little eunuch would get injured in front of him again.

The Emperor pursed his lips, bent and picked up Ling Xiao, carrying him as he turned around and left.

Xiao Lizi hurriedly asked for orders while kneeling, "Your Majesty, this Palace Woman Mo and Xiao Laizi..."

"Kill."

With a short word, the low pressure surrounding the Emperor declined while the authority from him spilled out. Pressuring the surround people, everyone had no choice but to bend and bow their heads to show the Emperor their supreme respect for him.