C28 (1/2)

The lacerated wound, the flesh turned over and over, from the front of the shoulder all the way to the back. Although it looked serious, this kind of penetrating wound was not fatal. The problem was that there were several wounds on Feng Qingxiao's body, each of them extremely severe. The wounds had already been bandaged, and after the bandages were removed, the horrifying sight made even Yun Zhao, a general, unable to help but suck in a breath.

With such heavy injuries on his body, he was still able to maintain his consciousness without showing any signs of pain. He could not help but look at Feng Qingxiao with reverence.

The most fatal wound was on his chest. The arrow was still on his chest, and had not yet been released.

This is because this place is too dangerous. If we easily pull out the crossbow arrows, it is very possible that it will take the life of the Prince of War.

Looking at this wound, Yun Zhao's eyes twitched. Being able to live after such a heavy injury, he was still clear-headed. He was indeed a war god of the Tianyuan Kingdom!

Maintaining consciousness was the most difficult thing, because the price to pay for staying awake was enduring endless pain and suffering from these injuries. One would not be able to eat or sleep well!

Yun Zihuang glared angrily at Feng Qingxiao: ”Such a heavy injury, yet you're still running around everywhere. It's fine if you don't want your life. It will bring a lot of trouble to the doctor, do you know?”

He hated people who were sick and injured, yet still insisted on pretending that he was very strong, that he didn't properly recuperate, and that he would harm his own body. This was because this kind of person would always increase the work of the doctors and waste more medicine. Thus, the recovery speed was naturally also slow.

”Princess, you can't be rude to your highness.” Yun Zhao reminded him in a low voice.

Who was this person in front of him?

The famous war god in the world had killed a god, the only king with a different surname in the Tian Yuan Kingdom, the King Jing Yuan who wielded a heavy army in the north!

Feng Qingxiao, this name, in the hearts of the people of Tian Yuan, was infinitely close to a god!

The war god of the Tianyuan Kingdom, the guardian god, the invincible general king, an unrivaled existence!

Who would dare to be disrespectful to King Jingyuan?

Even the current emperor spoke to King Jingyuan with extreme gentleness and courtesy. The only one who could wear a weapon and enter the imperial palace, and the only one who could meet the emperor, was someone who did not need to kneel and kowtow to the emperor!

”Hmph, you're such a nuisance. I've seen people I hate. I've never seen you so much!”

The thick brows of the distant mountains were twisted into pockmarks. In her eyes, there were only patients, no War God Generals, and so on. All the wounded and sick were the same in her heart. Cooperate with the healer and take care of the injured and recuperate well, that was the good child she liked. Feng Qingxiao, who was heavily injured, poisoned, and riding a horse carriage while he was still running around, was one of the patients she hated the most.

The Prince of Wargods was silent. The princess was the first one who dared to show such disrespect to him. However, for some reason, he did not get angry, nor did he dislike it. Instead, he looked at the spirited expression on her face.

Her brows were like distant mountains and her eyes were like autumn's water. Her appearance did not fit the Sky Origin Country's concept of beauty.

In the capital, the daughter of a famous family. Her beauty took weakness as her beauty, and she was a popular beauty with faint willow leaf eyebrows and crescent moon eyebrows. There had never been a girl who was willing to have a pair of man's eyebrows in the distant mountains. White to the point of being bloodless, exquisite like jade, willowy waist, weak like the wind. This was the standard of the capital's beauties.

However, as the daughter of one of the famous sects in the capital, the princess of Pingping, Yun Zihuang, had the thick, manly brows of a distant mountain. Her four limbs and waist were thicker than even the standard beauties of the capital. Having come from the Martial General Family, she had practiced martial arts since childhood and possessed a strong and beautiful figure. However, in the eyes of the noble young masters and ladies of the capital, she did not meet the standards of a beautiful woman. Especially her skin color. She loved to train in martial arts and rode a fast horse at a gallop. She had a healthy pale wheat color. In the capital, this was ugly.