Of course, what he cared about more was that this person's injury was actually caused by Zhao Xin.
I couldn't help but ask again, "Sir, you just mentioned the emperor. Could it be that you were injured by the emperor? With your strength, the emperor is just a tyrant who was raised in the deep palace and grew up in the hands of women. How could he possibly hurt you?"
Just at this moment, Eunuch Wang came back with a short blade inlaid with jewels.
He presented it with both hands and said, "Your Highness, I have the knife. I wonder if it is suitable for use?"
Zhao He saw that his question was interrupted again, so he glared at him and snorted coldly, "Just present it to you, sir. What do I have to do?"
Eunuch Wang didn't know why he was being scolded. He shrank his neck and handed the short blade to Mr. Shadow.
The latter nodded encouragingly, then reached out to take it, weighed it, and said weakly, "What a good sword! The Central Plains is indeed a prosperous place. If such a precious sword were to be taken to another land, its value would probably be enough to exchange for a thousand heads."
Eunuch Wang shuddered when he heard this and thought, what do I need so many heads for?
But he couldn't help asking, "Sir, is the land outside the domain very barren?"
"Of course there are prosperous places outside the domain, but they are far inferior to the Central Plains. Moreover, those prosperous places are too few, and not everyone is qualified to live there!"
As he spoke, there was a sudden "swish" sound, and a section of his lower garment was cut off, revealing his thigh. Eunuch Wang and Zhao He then saw that there was a hole as big as the mouth of a cup on his thigh, and it was covered in blood and flesh. Their hearts couldn't help but shrink.
Mr. Shadow's pupils shrank slightly, but he immediately calmed down and reached out to tear off the black scarf covering his face.
Then he rolled up the torn lower garment into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.
Only then did the two of them see Mr. Shadow's face clearly, and he was unexpectedly young.
But the face was covered with scars as if it had been cut by a knife or chopped by an axe. There were vague words on it, but they were not from the Central Plains, so the two of them naturally did not recognize them.
But he was holding a rag in his mouth, and he seemed to be saying something in a murmur, "If the Central Plains is heaven, then the outside world is hell. People in hell must fight to survive!"
As he spoke, he suddenly stabbed his thigh with a knife. Without taking any action, he just pulled it out, and the broken muscles and bone tissue in his thigh were exposed to the two of them...
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