Yu Qinghuan's right leg bone was broken by a swing of the stick, and the white bone stubble pierced his skin, splattering with dripping blood.
Yu Qinghuan's screams were earth-shaking, and at the end of her life, she was dying and about to faint.
Lin Chu pinched his jaw, forcing Yu Qinghuan to open his mouth.
A green pill was stuffed into his mouth, quickly turned into water, and slid down his throat. Lin Chu let go after seeing him swallow.
As soon as Yu Qinghuan was free, she dug at her throat and tried to vomit out what she had just swallowed.
All in vain.
Yu Qinghuan's scarlet eyes glared at Lin Chu fiercely: "What did you feed me?"
"That's a good thing for life and for replenishing Qi and blood." Lin Chu said with a smile on his lips: "After all, you are the noble Sixth Prince, you can't die so easily."
"Are you ready?" Lin Chu whispered in his ear.
"What?" Yu Qinghuan asked subconsciously.
"one!"
The voice was as sharp as a blade, and with a snap, the stick fell. It was in the same position as before.
The pain added to the injury is enough to kill a person instantly.
But Yu Qinghuan's life was hung up by Lin Chu's medicine. He could not die no matter what, not even fainting. He could only suffer from the heart-piercing pain, which made him almost crazy.
"Where are my people!" Lin Chu was filled with murderous aura, like a hellish Shura, cold, stern and ruthless.
"Lin Chu!"
Yu Qinghuan's breath was dying, but her eyes were so full of hatred that they seemed to bleed: "If you have the ability, please give me pleasure. If I frown, I am not a man!"
Lin Chuhe said: "It's not that easy to die!"
She raised her swinging stick high and glanced at the courtyard wall as if inadvertently. She counted indifferently: "Two!"
Outside the hospital, the golden-armored warrior approached the sick young master again: "Young Marshal, the sixth prince has broken a leg and is seriously injured."
"Are you dead?" The sickly young man still asked the same question.
The golden-armored warrior shook his head: "No."
"Then keep watching."
He smiled and picked up another chess piece: "Sir, if you continue to be distracted, there will be no chance of turning defeat into victory in this game."
"Young Marshal."
The middle-aged scribe pondered for a long time and then spoke cautiously: "That man is the prince of the Eastern Tang Dynasty after all. If he is really beaten to death by Lin Chu, we may also be in trouble."
The sickly young man raised his eyes and looked at him: "Wouldn't it be better if he died?"
He looked dimly at the cloudless sky: "War, bloodshed, killing, death!"
His eyes suddenly burst into strange light, and he licked his purple lips: "How exciting!"
The middle-aged scribe was stunned for a moment, then trembled. The young master's thoughts were... getting harder and harder to guess.
Bang!
Lin Chu in the courtyard landed the second stick, still in the same position.
"Where is my person?" she said.
Yu Qinghuan, however, had collapsed on the ground, her whole body covered in sweat, and her weak breath could only be sustained by the elixir.
"Lin Chu, you must die a good death!" He cursed feebly.
Lin Chu subconsciously glanced at the courtyard door again, frowning almost invisible. Then, he looked at Yu Qinghuan again.
"three!"
Bang!
The third stick is still in the same place.
The bones on the outside of Yu Qinghuan's outstretched leg had been shattered into pieces, and the injured area was a blur of flesh and blood. There was almost no pain.
Yu Qinghuan lay on the ground, despair drowning him like a tide. Lin Chu smashed his bones into pieces, and his right leg was completely useless for the rest of his life.
A crippled prince...
His heart was cut by a knife.
The crippled prince no longer had the place he had held in his heart since he was a child. He could feel the warmth and moisture in the corners of his eyes, and everything in front of him was misty.
Is it worth it to fight for a breath and end up like today?
