Chapter 24: Fuck is a kind of attitude towards life

People who are humiliated, tortured, and hurt will occasionally burst out with a cry in despair; the pain will make people sobb and turn, make people bite the corners of the quilt and sweat, and the corners of the chair will be yellow, and sometimes it will make people unable to help but swear words that they will never scold.

The thorn streak was ruthless and humiliating, the blood marks on the jaw and the colorful red bandages stimulated Xu Le's heart, so he angrily shouted a swear word about the mother of the Empire Emperor.

I'll fuck your mom.

In the universe of Haohan, who dares to say such words to the emperor of the Empire? Not afraid of death is far from enough. The person must also be clear-headed that he must die, and he just wishes to meet these two conditions, so he said it unrestrainedly, pleasing his cold and angry mood, and balancing the panic at the moment of life and death.

The weak man, who was paralyzed all over his body, seemed to have used all his physical strength and energy to burst out these four words, like a thunder, which instantly spread throughout the palace. The imperial waiter in the distance raised his head in shock, and the golden sunflower on the screen near him turned around, pretending not to hear it.

Huai Caoshi widened her eyes and looked at him, who was pale under the flying thorn strips in disbelief, staring at the blood foam that was spurted out of the air.

This sentence must have been clearly heard by the Emperor of the Empire, but his expression did not express any expression at all. The madness that appeared in the indifference and grace continued. The thorn strips tightly held in his hand continued to fall one by one, falling on Xu Le, venting his depression for many years.

The emperor stared at Xu Le, who was tied to death with his eyes, but the eyes were as if they were through his face, and they were walking towards the faces that were countless years ago, those two faces.

The thorns in the hand swung slowly and balancedly at a smooth, smooth but heart-wrenching rhythm, breaking through the flesh and blood, splashing blood, causing pain.

The man was dead, and those past resentment could no longer find the target of revenge. It was like the colorful clouds in the sky, the bright moon in the water, and the sunflowers in the mirror. How could he be willing to do so without real feedback?

So he put all the resentments that no one knew were on the thorns and fell on the body of the Federation youth in front of him, and turned into the splattering blood.

Because you are his descendant.

The thorn streak fell directly, as if to whip a certain cowardice in the heart. The emperor Huafuchai looked indifferent, and the crazy intention in his eyes gradually subsided, becoming colder.

"I'll fuck your mom."

Xu Le also widened his eyes and stared at the imperial emperor who was close to him. Every time he touched a thorn on his body, his thin gray-white lips would open, repeating such a swear word.

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

The thorn streak fell with a bang, I fucked your mother, and the thorn streak fell with a bang, and I fucked your mother again, and I fucked you as many times as you remember the thorn streak fell.

Fucking is a kind of attitude towards life.

This is a kind of attitude towards life that does not bow your head, does not blink, does not squint, but only stares at you without surrender, does not avoid, does not fear.

Even if you are the most powerful person in the universe, even if you can make hundreds of millions of people blood flow into a river with just one word, you still can't stop me from fucking.

You can sew my mouth with a red iron needle, but I can write a big word for fucking with my fingers. You can cut off all my ten fingers, and I can still silently chant the word for fucking with my heart. Of course, you can kill me, but since death is coming, why not fuck a few more times before death?

The emperor did not let someone block his mouth, but just lowered his head slightly, whipping his body slowly and vigorously as if he was performing some kind of ritual sacrifice.

Xu Le also lowered his head slightly and stared at his face, as if he was giving back some kind of etiquette, slowly and softly and vigorously.

Bang.

I'll fuck your mom.

This was the case in the palace at that time. The great imperial emperor and the heroic federal hero turned into two seemingly expressions but were actually extremely crazy. After being angry, they were black and red cocks fighting with their necks raised, looking at the heaven and earth with disdainful confrontation with each other, and swearing in a childlike confrontation.

The imperial waiters and female officials who knelt tremblingly outside the palace will never forget the scene they saw today for a long time to come.

In fact, they thought that when they heard the frivolous greetings from the federal madman to His Majesty's mother countless times, they would definitely be executed immediately to prevent these filth from spreading to more people's ears. However, they did not expect that His Majesty did not execute them afterwards.

Maybe it's because Your Majesty is too tired.

The blood-stained bandages flew around like bird feathers, and then fell down, spreading a large area around Xu Le's body. Some of the blood solidified into black paint, while others were as gorgeous as the first meridians, with more blood flowing out of the wounds of extremely dense sizes on his body, dripping down his thighs to the ground, looking extremely terrifying.

Xu Le did not fall into a coma. The extremely pale cheeks were always covered with a sense of indifferent ruthlessness. His head was weak, but his eyes were still forced to stare at the imperial emperor in front of him, looking like he was rolling his eyes contemptuously.

Huaifucha held the thorn strip tightly in his right hand, his expression was cold and there was a hint of loneliness in his face. The chest under his robe kept rising and falling. The long-term whipping seemed to have consumed a lot of his energy. His eyes were still calm, but there was a hint of complexity and inexplicable emotion 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, suddenly frowned and let go of his right hand.

The blood-stained thorn strips fell down, falling into a pool of blood, and a few bloody flowers bloomed.

Waifuchai turned around silently, walked past the huge golden sunflower screen, walked back to the dark and noble soft couch, gently brushed his robe, sat down calmly, and stared at the vast classical brick wall, as if he was a little tired.

Then he raised his hand and waved it tiredly, and his two fingers cut through the air, determining Xu Le's life and death.

"You have given me some surprises in the sea of ​​mulberry trees, but compared to this, I am more impressed today."

On the outside of the magnetic levitation elevator, Huai Caoshi looked at Xu Le, who was covered in blood, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "I'm sorry, the dignity I promised had happened today, but I can guarantee that you will die from a gunshot, not abusive killing."

Xu Le, who was half lying, opened his swollen eyes with difficulty. He wanted to say something, but in the end he could only spew out a few blood foam powerlessly, so he had to smile helplessly.

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

The imperial medical team had already arrived at this time. Large doses of cardiac acupuncture and muscle relaxation agent were injected into Xu Le's body. The smell of medical glue actually covered up the fragrance of flowers in the palace in a short period of time.

After a period of treatment, Xu Le finally regained some energy and whispered in a hoarse voice: "I should be executed immediately after seeing your emperor's gesture just now, why do I need to heal me?"

"I said that I will let you die with dignity." Huai Caoshi frowned slightly and replied: "I cannot stop Your Majesty's anger, but you will definitely enjoy the treatment that a soldier should have before you die."

"I won't say thank you." Xu Le's eyes were swollen and there was only a slit left. He looked at Huai Caoshi's face from the slit, and suddenly remembered a derogatory proverb from the Federation, and Sha Sheng said, "Because I will not express any thanks to those who want to kill me."

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

"Kill of course."

Xu Le's answer was very real. In the future that can be seen, His Royal Highness in front of him is undoubtedly the most powerful and terrifying enemy of the federal army. If he had the opportunity to eliminate her from history in advance, no federal soldier would hesitate, even if she was a young woman.

Huai Caoshi smiled and could prove his abilities from the best enemy officers, and he would not be in a bad mood.

"What do you have to say before dying? In the future, the empire will occupy the Federation, and I can convey these words of yours to the Federation."

The empire occupied the Federation? The weak Xu Le had no intention of quarrel with her. He blinked in difficulty and asked, "Is this a last word? When will the empire treat federal prisoners so well?"

"This is thank you for bringing back the officer's diary." Huai Caoshi replied.

Do you want to explain your last words again? Xu Le remembered the conversation with Bai Yan Peak at 3320 that year. A trace of emotion appeared on his miserable face. After a long silence, he looked at the sound of Huaicao Shisha and said, "There is no last words. I just want to know what Feng Yu, that is, the Nasri you mentioned... has to do with the empire?"

"He is one of the closest people in my life. The government said he was a traitor. The charter determined that he was a wanted criminal in the first sequence, but I didn't believe it." Xu Le coughed a few times in pain and gasped, saying, "Your Majesty the Emperor hates him very much. This is great and supports my rebellion. This matter is really important to me."

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

"The Federation thinks he is a traitor?" A very strong sarcasm appeared on the corner of her lips. "Things in the world are really wonderful. In my opinion, your father and Li Pifu are undoubtedly the most shameless pair of traitors in the history of the empire."

He was whipped wildly by the thorns and countless blood flowed down. Xu Le's body should be very weak and his hearing was a little damaged. The blood flowing down his temples flowed into his ears gradually condensed, and the sound from the outside seemed even more blurred. He turned his head slightly with difficulty, trying to hear clearly what Huai Cao Shi was saying.

Uncle Feng Yu and the war god Li Phifu were traitors to the empire? Or did he hear it wrong?
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