There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

394 Chapter 2: The Rise of the Jedi ([-])
This world is originally a place where the strong speak, and the weak have only the fate of being swallowed...

If you want to be strong, you can only have your own power... you can only have your own power...

If Chu Yuchen can't even see this, then he is not the emperor of Chu...

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That night, Yang Churuo was alone, squatting in the corner.

That night, Yang Churuo's temperament changed qualitatively.

That night, Yang Churuo closed his eyes in pain, and swallowed all the past and future in his belly, becoming the deepest secret.

This night, Yang Churuo abandoned loneliness, abandoned self-pity and self-pity, and opened his eyes again. The sharp, seductive and oppressive eyes were gone, replaced by a touch of coldness, firm belief, and unfeeling coldness.

If someone is here, they must suspect that this is not the same person at all.

Yang Churuo supported her seriously injured body and caressed the nanmu bed, her legs were so weak that she could hardly use any strength, but she gritted her teeth and stood up, almost figure-shaped, and walked step by step behind the screen, where Hongling beat her Water, ready to bathe and cleanse herself, but she is useless, the water in the bath is already cold.

Yang Churuo looked down, and in the clear petal water, her stunning face was reflected, but this face was so beautiful that her cheeks were swollen, and the multiple slap marks destroyed everything. Her thin lips are not only red, but also bloodshot, and red and swollen.

And those eyes, no longer weak, only cold, freezing heart and soul.

Yang Churuo slowly stretched out the scar.With his slender hands, he looked coldly at his scarred body in the bath, untied his belt, and slid off all his clothes, revealing a hideous, frightening body with heavy welts and even blood, regardless of the ice in the bath. It was cold to the bone, and regardless of the fact that it was deep winter, he went straight into the bath.

Disgusted, she washed away all the smell that Feng Ling had left on her body.

When her bruised body touched cold water, the coldness froze into her bone marrow and penetrated into her wound. It should have been painful to make people grin, but Yang Churuo didn't react at all, and just wanted to wash off all the dirt on her body.

Perhaps, when the pain reaches a certain level, these pains are nothing to her.

Now she only thought about how to explain this tattered body to Chu Yuchen.

After pulling the bath towel, Yang Churuo rubbed it vigorously, and almost didn't get the skin out.

Hong Ling outside the door heard the movement of bathing inside, and his heart moved, and he knocked on the door lightly, "Your Majesty, what are you doing? Can the servant come in?"

In the room, apart from the sound of splashing water, there was no response from Yang Churuo. Hong Ling's face shook, and he pushed open the door and locked the door again, fearing that Yang Churuo would not be able to think about it and would directly seek death.

But when Hong Ling walked in, she couldn't help being frightened by the scene in front of her. Ling Ling scattered Yang Churuo's clothes on the ground, and Yang Churuo even held a bath towel expressionlessly, scrubbing her scarred body over and over again, The clear water in the bath has, at some point, been dyed a coquettish red.

Hong Ling hurried forward, "Your Majesty, why didn't you tell your servant that you want to take a bath? The water was poured yesterday, but now it's very cold, and it will hurt your body. Madam, get up quickly, and this servant will help you immediately." You fetch water again."

(End of this chapter)