I really want to pee, and my bladder is about to blow up.

Staring at a long silver needle strip thinner than a hairpin stuck in the middle of the root.

Piercing-penetrating 'that waste' into his body, that is to prevent the broken urethra from growing and unable to urinate--so-so. When the eunuchs in the palace were just castrated, in order to prevent the urinary tract from closing with the wound, they would also use the upper one to leave a urine opening.

It's just that he is special, and he wears a piece of waste root through the hole.

He raised his hand to pull out the long silver needle, and after the painful feeling of rubbing, urine gushed out uncontrollably, accompanied by a few wisps of bright red blood, and soaked a large pool on the bed.

He closed his eyes in pain.

Incontinence, urinary incontinence.

With a smile on his lips, he found that he couldn't even laugh when he wanted to.

In this way, he, who had always been clean, was like a dead corpse, not struggling, not moving, lying down in a bed full of urine.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep before waking up, or how much water the body had drunk while it was asleep.

There was so much waste urine that the whole bed was wet.

The inhuman cruelty passed through his mind as if it had just happened.

The moment it was cut, it was extraordinarily clear.

His dark eyes had no focus, and he looked like a puppet that had lost its vitality.

The whole heart is full of holes, the whole body is weak and decadent, and the whole person has lost its vitality and vitality.

Want to die.

Why is he a useless waste still alive!

He should die directly, die and fall into hell, turn into a terrible ghost, devour Jun Lonely alive, castrate him and kill him, kill him and break his corpse!

Hate.

His eyes were red with monstrous rage.

The fists clenched with a "clucking" sound. He is unwilling to create a grand hegemony, he is unwilling to die, he will never let go of the king's loneliness!

Teng Di sat up, and forcefully pulled his badly injured and unhealed viscera, he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and snorted coldly, "Garden." ”

"The little ones are here!" Outside, the worried garden entered the house, and as soon as he entered the room, he smelled a foul smell. His eyes touched the yellow turbid liquid all over the bed, and he saw the dirt all over his master's body, and immediately understood that the master was urinating-incontinence.

My heart is distressed and sad.

What a noble man the master is, now life is worse than death, and the person who poisoned the master is really too hateful and should be chopped into pulp!

Afraid of touching the pain of his master, the garden was cautious, not daring to say anything or ask.

"Bring in the medicine and the meals." His dumb and broken voice didn't rise or fall.

"Yes."

Then, in front of the table in the wing room, Jun Youqi sat upright, put on a robe on his body, and began to eat and take medicine gracefully.

His face was expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

The garden stood aside, "Master, do you want to feed you ...... small?"

He didn't hear it, and took medicine, drank porridge, and drank water.

The eyes of the garden fell on the foul urine on the bed again, and he couldn't figure out how the master loved clean people so much, and in such a smelly environment, he could still eat, and he had to do it as usual, even if there was one more grain of ash on the table, the master would cut off people's heads.

I want to ask the master if he wants to clean up the bed first, or change the room.

His mouth moved, but he did not dare to say what he said.

I always feel that the current master seems to be calm, but it is more terrifying than before.

Just standing next to his master, his scalp felt numb involuntarily. Although the master was peaceful, he did not show anything.