Shangguan Yu stared at Jun Wuyang on the sickbed, his body convulsing with pain that even anesthesia couldn’t alleviate, and shoved aside the two people blocking him, his heart still seething with anger.
"Go, bring the knife, I’m going to castrate him," Shangguan Yu said as he rolled up his sleeves, preparing to rid the people of this nace and confiscate his ’cri tool’.
"This really won’t do, this won’t do," the military doctor examining Jun Wuyang trembled in his calves, tightened in his lower abdon, and felt a chill down below.
"Boss, calm down, if you cut him with this knife he’ll die right here tonight, and that’d be a waste of our place," the adjutant unconsciously clenched his legs and couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
This was indeed a bit too cruel...
Seeing the adjutant not going to get the knife, Shangguan Yu walked toward the table with the surgical knives on his own.
The adjutant hurried to hold him back: "Boss, boss, please, stay calm."
"General, seriously, this won’t do, if you cut him now, he will really be beyond help, just wait a bit longer, wait until his condition improves in a couple of days, then you can cut it, I’ll treat him again, okay?" The military doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, having no choice but to appease Shangguan Yu for the ti being.
"Exactly, letting him die like this would be letting him off too easy. Lord Jun Moyan must be even more furious than you. If Jun Wuyang dies like this, how can Lord Jun Moyan vent his anger?"
"..." Shangguan Yu thought about it and it seed right; to die like that would really be letting him off too easy.
Shangguan Yu, feeling frustrated, shook off the adjutant’s hand and looked at Jun Wuyang on the sickbed, being resuscitated by the military doctor, and the more he looked, the angrier he beca.
"What trash there is, you even touch your own brother’s woman, are you even human?!"
Shangguan Yu didn’t want to stay here any longer, even one more second made him feel sick, indeed, every minute he felt the urge to kill him.
"Watch him, don’t let him die, Jun Moyan is coming to take him tomorrow."
Shangguan Yu turned and left in a huff.
"Boss, where are you going?"
"Mind your own business!" Shangguan Yu replied irritably.
"...and you’re snapping at again," the adjutant said, feeling wronged.
In the dimly lit secret chamber—
"Master, how are you feeling? Are you any better?" Ye Yin asked the man who had been ditating and regulating his breath for hours.
The man stopped gathering his energy and slowly opened his eyes.
His face was still pale, and his breathing was unstable.
"It’s nothing."
"You will need at least three months of recuperation before you can recover," Ye Yin said, his expression filled with concern.
"I’m asking you, did Yingying’s soul fragnt attach to that Cat Demon on her own, or was it placed inside the Cat Demon by soone?"
"Your subordinate is not very clear on that."
"..." The man sighed softly.
"I wonder if Yingying will notice anything this ti."
The man sowhat hoped that Wen Xiao’ai would discover him but also feared that Wen Xiao’ai would find out about him at such a ti.
"Master, why not take the lady away and find a place to hide her until the day you’ve regained your strength and can return to the Demon Realm, then take the lady back with you?"
"How I wish I could..."
He wanted to hide Yingying more than anyone and to take her away from that man’s side every second.
"She can’t be without Jun Moyan right now, how can I take her away without harming her?" the man’s eyes filled with sadness and helplessness.
"Where could I hide her? How? Knock her out and hide her for months? Or create a barrier to trap her?"
"Besides, with my current condition, do you think I can take her away?"
"...It was your subordinate’s oversight. If we had known it would co to this, we should have decisively taken the lady away the mont we discovered her, so it wouldn’t have co to this," Ye Yin said, regretful.
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