The strike was steady and fierce, except that the aim was a little off.
This blow almost chopped the Japanese ninja's pelvis into pieces.
But, in the end, it was a success.
"Hurry, stop the bleeding of this Japanese guy."
The servant holding the sledgehammer quickly took his sledgehammer out of the campfire. The sledgehammer was now burnt red on all sides.
"Sir, please move aside, I'm coming."
…
The cruelty of the scene was beyond words. At this moment, even the official from the Imperial City Bureau felt that he had gone too far.
The hammer is bigger than a human head. Just thinking about getting burned by it makes one's scalp tingle.
Looking at the Higashiyama ninja again, it was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.
Even if you don't die at this moment, you may not be able to survive the next moment.
Since Hirohito decided to invade Middle-earth, this ninja from Higashiyama had the worst fate.
Even compared to Musashi Hideki, who killed 200,000 Japanese troops, there is a world of difference.
…
Two days later, at night, Zhang Wuji still knew nothing about the Japanese ninjas because no one had reported the matter to him.
However, in the past two days, there have been two other things that have been bothering Zhang Wuji. The first one is Long Ze and Aoi whom he met three days ago. Perhaps it was because the two of them had used eyebrow techniques on Zhang Wuji, or perhaps it was because Zhang Wuji himself was a lustful man. In short, the figures of Long Ze and Aoi kept wandering back and forth in Zhang Wuji's mind.
In the past two days, Zhang Wuji has been worried about their safety, whether they have enough food to eat, whether they sleep warmly, and whether they are bullied by other bad men.
As for the second thing, it was Zhao Linger. Strictly speaking, he had not seen Zhao Linger since that night three days ago until today.
That was his queen. After she disappeared for such a long time, Zhang Wuji could no longer bear his longing for her. Although he also missed Longze and Aoi very much, these two kinds of longing were different. One was a physical longing, while the other was a double longing of body and soul.
After dinner, Zhang Wuji began to look for Zhao Linger.
His beloved sister, the Queen, has been missing for three days. Zhang Wuji must find her tonight, otherwise he will feel very uneasy.
However, when he asked Zhou Zhiruo and the others, no one was willing to tell him where Zhao Linger was. They just said that she was busy. The more they asked, the more uneasy Zhang Wuji felt.
He was alone, and after searching for a while, he grabbed a palace maid.
"Your Majesty."
Zhang Wuji nodded slightly: "Get up, where is my queen now? Have you seen her?"
The palace maid's eyes were evasive: "Your Majesty, I have never seen the Queen."
The palace maid's evasive gaze did not escape Zhang Wuji's eyes. He said in a cold voice: "You are lying. What I hate most in my life is people who lie to me."
"I'll give you one more chance. Tell me honestly where my queen is now."
The palace maid was a little panicked: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please spare my life. The Queen is in this bedroom, but she doesn't let me tell you her whereabouts."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji was shocked: "Is the Queen injured?"
The palace maid quickly replied, "No."
"Is the queen sick?"
The palace maid continued to answer: "The Queen is in very good health."
Zhang Wuji's heart was relieved a little: "I'm not injured or sick, so why is the Queen hiding from me?"
"Take me to see her. Don't worry, the Queen won't blame you."
The palace maid hesitated for a moment. On one side was the queen, and on the other side was the emperor. Anyone with a brain would probably know how to choose.
The palace maid no longer hesitated, and after a moment, she took Zhang Wuji to a side hall that had never been lived in before.
Inside the hall, Zhao Linger was still dealing with some accounting matters.
After all, Zhang Wuji had handed over the entire Ming Dynasty's silk business to her, so she would sort out the problems in the accounts every night.
However, when Zhao Linger was concentrating on dealing with these things, the sound of a door being pushed open interrupted her thoughts: "Asshole, why didn't you knock on the door?"
Zhao Linger looked towards the door fiercely.
Just a glance and she found that Zhang Wuji was looking at her with incredible eyes.
"Sir, sir, I'm not talking about you."
Zhao Linger never expected that Zhang Wuji would come to her so soon.
"Sister, you scared me to death. I thought you were talking about me."
Zhao Linger came to Zhang Wuji with an apologetic look on her face: "Your Majesty, you are the only one who can scold me. How dare I scold you? I was just dealing with the accounts. I thought it was that ignorant palace maid or that vixen who broke in. I really didn't expect it to be you."
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Sister, you have been hiding from me for three days. Why are you so cruel?"
"Also, what happened to your hair? Why did it suddenly become like this?"
When asked about this, tears instantly appeared in Zhao Linger's beautiful big eyes: "Young Master, am I not as beautiful as before?"
Looking at the tears in Zhao Linger's eyes, Zhang Wuji knew that the reason his dear sister was hiding from him was most likely because of her long black hair.
"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about, you are still as beautiful as before".
Zhao Linger sobbed and said, "You're talking nonsense. When you were with me, you loved playing with my hair the most and always bit it. Now it's so much shorter, you must dislike me."
Zhang Wuji hugged Zhao Linger tightly in his arms: "Sister, what are you thinking about? It's just a little short. I'll trim it for you later. Long hair has its own beauty, and short hair has its own beauty. Even if there is not a single hair on your head, I will still like it to death."
Zhao Linger said: "Young Master, you just talk nonsense. I know you still like me the way I was before."
"I've gotten myself into this state. I, I'm too embarrassed to see you now."
Zhang Wuji quickly comforted her: "Sister, you have given so much for me, but I don't say those words of gratitude to you, because if we say that, it will become alienated. Today I will only talk about the feelings between you and me. I, Zhang Wuji, swear to the sky that no matter what my dear sister becomes, I love you to death."
"But, sister, can you tell me who did your hair like this?"
"Don't lie to me, otherwise I will be angry."
Zhao Linger said awkwardly: "Yes, they are Japanese."
Zhang Wuji said: "Sister, if that's the case, then you did something behind my back, right?"
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