Occasionally, some can't be clipped, and the silver needle pierces the flesh and picks it out......

Jun Youqi is really a very cooperative patient, lying like a dead man, without a word, without pain, and without death.

It's that he feels more and more that life is worse than death.

The beloved woman doesn't love him, and he is a waste when he becomes an emperor.

He didn't know what the meaning of living was other than fulfilling his original ambition to dominate the world, except for revenge.

Sensations coming from important dismembered areas......

It is numb, with pins and needles, picking......

It's like sticking to useless dead meat.

He misses Feng Jingyun and his beloved Yun'er.

Missing him madly, clearly feeling the process of removing the stitches, facing his cripple on the ground, is equivalent to tearing open his painful wound to the buried wound in blood, just like sprinkling salt on his crippled wound to the pain! He hated her madly again! She was only five hundred meters away at the time, and if she had saved him, if she had helped him, he would not have been like this......

Perhaps, he Jun Youqi will always have to live in the painful and complicated torture of love and hatred for her.

It was dark, and the stitches were more difficult than expected, and they had not been dismantled yet, and an hour was not enough.

It's only half dismantled.

The garden took out two huge night pearls to illuminate, and the whole dark room suddenly lit up.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the last thread that was stitched up was finally picked out, and the important parts of Jun Youqi were full of tiny holes left by the veins, but fortunately, the rest of the flesh had grown, so the threads were removed, and the roots on the seams would not fall off.

After removing the threads, Fang Pingzhi helped the master with medicine again. It only took half a cup of tea to apply the medicine.

"Your Majesty, the medicine has been applied, and the small wound will be healed in two days. You'll be completely healed. Fang Pingzhi wiped a handful of sweat from nervousness.

"Completely healed?" Jun Youqi straightened his pants and sat up, "Are you looking for me to be happy?" ”

Fang Pingzhi bowed his head, "The minister doesn't dare." ”

Jun Youqi's gloomy gaze fell on the top of Fang Pingzhi's lowered head, Fang Pingzhi felt that his scalp was numb, and he was about to be stared out of a hole by his master.

Qi sighed slightly, "Doctor Fang, how good it would be to let me die like that in the first place." ”

"The emperor is the honor of all saints, and the people of the world still need your leadership, and they need you to seek the well-being of the people of the world. You are the master of Wechen, Wechen is ten thousand deaths, and you must save your life. I also hope that the emperor will cherish his own body. Fang Pingzhi's face was full of sincerity.

Doctor Fang laughed. He sarcastically said, "I myself am a wasted person, how can I seek the welfare of the world." Qi Tianguo has an emperor like me, which is the misfortune of the people of Limin. Originally, I could be for the world, but now that it has become like this, if you want to blame it, you will blame the king for being lonely, it is he who ruined me, ruined the world, and ruined everything! ”

How much pain must the master's heart have? Just listening to the master's words, I feel that the master's heart is completely dead, sinking like stagnant water. Yuan Zi choked up, "Your Majesty, you must not be presumptuous. You still have hope, you still have a baby, you still have blood, your child needs you as a father. ”

"yes." Hope rekindled in Jun Youqi's eyes, "I still have a son." I still have hope...... In any case, Yun'er is pregnant with my child, and I have a common child with her, which will never be able to reach you. ”

Yuan Zi and Fang Pingzhi didn't dare to answer, and they didn't dare to say that the emperor could just think about it.