latelenovela Chapter 372 The Heavenly God was knocked unconscious.
Chapter 372 The Heavenly God was knocked unconscious.
Chapter 372 Emperor Tianhuang was knocked unconscious.
If he accidentally causes something bad, like breaking his lumbar spine and becoming paralyzed or incapacitated, wouldn't the people of Dongguo kill him?
He gripped the railing tightly with both hands, meticulously correcting any mistakes made to ensure the other person's comfort. He carefully restored every spot where others had previously stepped on him.
In this situation, I couldn't help but recall the scene of me being stepped on.
A handsome bald man, wearing only a bath towel, lay face down on the bed.
A beautiful young woman with exceptional looks was hanging from the railing, gently tapping his back with her feet.
"Brother Zhen, you have a really impressive physique!"
Smooth muscle texture, broad shoulders and narrow waist, not an ounce of excess fat visible.
Her skin is even smoother than mine; it makes my mouth water.
You must be having a tough time lately? You don't look too well today.
Let's do some activities together! Follow along with my sister and shout, "One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four! I'll wiggle my waist, step on this side, then step on that side..."
The flashback ends, and the scene returns to Emperor Tianhuang's bedroom.
Mu Zhen tried to imitate the girl, but her waist twisting wasn't as alluring as the girl's and was a bit stiff. However, the method was the same, and the steps were exactly the same.
When you twist your waist to the left, step your feet to the right.
He was shouting in his heart!
Hey ha... Hey ha...
I'll just consider this a workout for my arm strength, but it's actually quite tiring; the amount of exercise is extraordinary.
As for those suggestive and risqué remarks, let's leave them be. When I first arrived, I always felt like a man, and it was harmless to make some jokes.
Men, when they're together, aren't they supposed to be completely uninhibited?
But ever since that bastard Huangfu Zique set his sights on her, she has truly realized that she is now a stunningly beautiful woman with a captivating figure, tempting people to commit crimes.
Not to mention these male protagonists, even he himself looked at it again and again every time he took a shower.
There wasn't a single flaw on its entire body; it was exactly like the jade carving described in the book.
It's white and smooth, flat where it should be, and perky where it should be.
It's normal to be targeted by others.
For the sake of Lao Tzu's Twin Towers, Emperor Tianhuang can stop whenever he feels like it. I don't believe he'll still have the nerve to say anything dissatisfied.
"Brother Huang, are you feeling better? Are you feeling very comfortable? I promise I won't miss a single acupoint on your back."
One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four…
Emperor Tianhuang, with his chin resting on his arms, had a black line on his face the entire time.
His bedside table was right next to a black, reflective wainscoting.
Under the light, you can clearly see the woman's every move from behind.
They're having a lot of fun!
At this moment, Emperor Tianhuang had shed all pretense. His expression was somber, and his sharp eyes narrowed again and again, making his already intimidating face even more fierce when he wasn't smiling.
He reasonably suspected that the woman wasn't providing him with services, but rather using him, the crown prince, as a human cushion for gymnastics practice.
Ten minutes later, the gymnastics—no, I mean back-stepping service—was still going on enthusiastically.
"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four, let's change positions and do it again. If Brother Huang is comfortable, even if he's tired, it's no big deal!"
"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four, let's change positions and do it again. If Brother Huang is comfortable, even if he's tired, it's no big deal!"
"one two three four……"
The veins on Emperor Tianhuang's forehead throbbed incessantly, like the strings of a plucked zither.
How can I sleep like this?
Once you've reached your limit, you no longer need to hold back. His voice was languid, yet brooked no refusal: "Shut up!"
"Hoo hoo, no way, Brother Huang, slogans are the biggest encouragement for those who are working hard, one, two, three, four..."
Mu Zhen was panting heavily, but her movements remained perfectly in place, repeatedly stepping and jumping in the same few spots.
If I don't shout it out, how will you know the hardships I've endured?
Emperor Tianhuang sighed helplessly and let her be. Anyway, the slogans were fairly regular, and if they continued like this, she wouldn't be unable to sleep.
Soon, Emperor Tianhuang's thoughts were scattered by the series of slogans, and he gradually drifted off to sleep.
But just as he fell into a deep sleep...
'boom! '
Mu Zhen was just too tired, so he put his feet on the man's back to rest for a while. When he finally mustered up the strength to lift himself up, he managed to knock the railing down.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness startled Mu Zhen, who frantically stepped onto the man's back to try and steady herself, but the plastic bag on her feet wouldn't cooperate.
He slipped and fell off the railing. By the time he remembered to quickly throw away the arm-thick railing, disaster had already struck.
The woman grabbed a solid, thick wooden stick and slammed it heavily onto the back of Emperor Tianhuang's head.
Just as the man realized the danger and opened his eyes to try to turn away, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"master!!"
Two tall, muscular bodyguards, who had been hiding in the shadows, rushed into the room like lightning. If it had been anyone else, they would have shot them dead long ago.
But this woman is not suitable.
Mu Zhen knew he had caused trouble and was already very anxious. But then two people suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which startled him even more.
So, after finally managing to climb up by grabbing the railing, he slipped and fell again because of the plastic bag under his feet.
'boom! '
Same recipe, same taste, even the places where it was smashed...
In short, after the secondary injury, a different color appeared on the back of Emperor Tianhuang's dark head.
Not many, but the red was blindingly bright.
The fastest-running guard roughly pulled Mu Zhen aside and quickly checked Di Tianhuang's injuries: "Master? Your Highness? Your Highness, what happened to you?"
What happened to Your Highness? Your Highness has been knocked unconscious!
Mu Zhen was thrown off balance by the guard, but after regaining her footing, she quickly threw away the murder weapon, a thick wooden pole!
Fearing they might use too much force, she suppressed her panic and stammered, trying to stop them: "No, no, don't move!"
"Don't move him now, call the doctor quickly!"
Damn it, what kind of rod is this? It's not sturdy at all!
What should we do? Will the Heavenly Emperor get a concussion from being hit?
But this can't be blamed on me, can it? It's all a problem with the venue.
Yes, it has nothing to do with me. It's all the Emperor's fault for choosing such a bad venue.
Even without Mu Zhen speaking, the two guards had no intention of disturbing the Emperor Tianhuang.
One of them pulled something out of his back, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a simple folding stretcher.
The two carefully moved the person intact onto the stretcher, and then carried them downstairs together.
This villa naturally has its own medical room, but it's not in the main house; it's in the back garden.
Instead of slowly calling the medical staff over there, it would be better to just bring His Highness there directly.
Mu Zhen was determined to follow along the whole time. After running a few steps, she almost slipped on the plastic bag on her foot. She ripped off the annoying thing and hopped away as she chased after it.
I'm too lazy to even go back and put my shoes on.
May Heaven protect the Emperor Tianhuang so that nothing bad happens to him; he cannot bear the guilt of causing the death of the Crown Prince.