There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 9 The Pain of a Broken Arm (1)
Yang Churuo held back his cough, tremblingly picked up the messy clothes on the ground and put them on, with a pale delicate face, looked up at Xuanyuan Jinze, choked up and said, "Your Majesty, please let Chang'er go, cough cough... "Yang Churuo's body was covered with bruises and scars, but those scissor-like eyes looked at Chang'er anxiously, watching him dodge from left to right, flustered and frightened, watching the prisoners of war dead and wounded, even protecting Chang'er several times. The prisoner of Chang'er was also dead, and only Chang'er was left, and a group of beasts chased him.

"Go, drive away all the beast pets and let him go." Xuanyuan Jinze was in a good mood with a happy face.

Yang Churuo stood up staggeringly, perhaps his legs were weak from the toss, before he got up and fell down again, he could only struggle to crawl to the Colosseum, praying loudly that Chang'er was fine.

But... the thing she was most worried about happened...

Even if the servants drive the beasts out, they are red-eyed beasts after all, and there are so many of them, how can they be driven away by driving them away?A lion opened its mouth wide and bit down on Shang'er.

Chang'er was chased until she was too weak to run away. When she saw the lion biting her, she could only crawl away, picked up a severed arm with her right hand, and threw it towards the lion.

"Ah..." Chang'er screamed suddenly, in a flash, the severed arm picked up in his right hand not only failed to hit the lion, but his own arm was bitten off.

Broken arms flew everywhere, blood splattered wildly, a small right hand was bitten off like this, only Chang'er was left rolling in pain.

Yang Churuo suffocated a few times in his heart, his pupils shrank greatly, and almost passed out. He got up with all his strength, rushed to the Colosseum, and shouted heart-piercingly, "Shang'er..."

The sudden change shocked everyone, Qi Qi looked at the severed arm in the Colosseum and Chang'er's rolling body.

Hand...broken...was...bitten...bitten off...this child will be disabled in the future?

All the concubines covered their mouths together, unable to bear to watch the bloody scene.

"Shang'er, Chang'er..." Yang Churuo ran into the Colosseum, helped up Chang'er, looked at the bloody arm, panicked, tore off the cloth strips on his body, and helped him stop the bleeding, but... The blood was like a river that broke its embankment, surging continuously, unable to stop at all.

"Shang'er, don't scare your mother, imperial physician, imperial physician, please, quickly please imperial physician, please..."

"Mother...Mother...Shang'er doesn't...doesn't hurt, don't...don't worry, it will be...well in a while." Chang'er's bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down one by one, obviously hurting him She trembled when she spoke, but she held it back, not wanting Yang Churuo to worry about her, and seeing Yang Churuo feel even more distressed, her heart throbbed.

Chang'er wanted to say something, but passed out from the pain.

Yang Churuo panicked, covered her mouth, looked at the open wound, turned around, knelt down, and kowtowed vigorously, "Your Majesty, please do me a favor, please ask a doctor to stop Chang'er Stop the bleeding, his blood keeps flowing... woo woo..."

"This arm is broken so ugly. Anyway, this arm is useless. It's better to cut it off. Come and cut off this arm." The faint, cool sentence made Yang Churuo think that he had heard it wrong. .

But the reality forced Yang Churuo to refuse to accept it, because the group of people, holding sharp big knives, were like devils from hell, and they were about to chop off Chang'er's arm.

(End of this chapter)