Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 269

"Absolutely not! I did nothing wrong, I did nothing wrong for my master's sake!"

I pulled off my undershirt to stop the bleeding from Xiaocao: "Let's go."

"No."

I looked at her calmly, and suddenly felt that everything had lost its meaning. I was just a lonely soul, whether I lived or died, it didn't matter. The fragile seeds buried in my heart, the bleak scenery could not inspire my usual arrogance.

Without them, I am nothing. I was prepared, but it all happened too fast for me to accept. Go. It's not worth it: "I am not your young master." I am unworthy to be your young master.

The little grass was excited, and its wound reopened: "You are the young master of the little grass, and the little grass will protect you."

"Grass, come back, Green needs you."

“The master needs the young master more,” she argued.

"Dream on!" Uncle Zhong flung his hand, and the sword, shrouded in flames, rose...

The little grass pushed me aside and faced the challenge alone.

I've treated you badly, why did you...?

I touched my abdomen; actually, I had a life-saving charm.

but--

I don't want to use it. Wouldn't it be fun if I took my child and died?

Did Zhongli die a more tragic death? Would Sikong be in unbearable pain?

He wanted to give his master peace, but will he ultimately go against his wishes?

I watched the fierce battle with Xiaocao, the sword's edge gliding across my skin, but I didn't dodge: "Xiaocao..." Don't waste your energy, your opponent is Uncle Zhong from the Sikong family, I know I have no chance of winning, don't you understand!

None of the Emperor's men have come out; they must have reached some kind of agreement! Hahaha, they all want me dead! How fortunate I am! "Little Grass..."

"Run!" A cold arrow pierced her proud spine. These people were deadly with every move; it seemed there was no chance to reason with them.

I didn't go forward; we're all going to die anyway. Let's choose a more decisive method.

"Hurry up."

Stop talking. I can't even walk ten steps away from you. You know there are twenty more watching the show behind these ten. Where am I supposed to go? To the sky?

"Little grass..."

She finally fell, like withered autumn frost, like a moth with broken wings, falling blood-stained, her attack truly ruthless: "Young Master..."

I stepped forward and jokingly said, "Now it's my turn to help you up."

The little grass held my hand: "I'm sorry..."

"You shouldn't have come."

"Don't blame the young master..."

"It's not his fault." I placed her hand on her stomach. "Look how many people are with you."

Little Grass asked, puzzled, "Young Master...you've gotten...fatter again." She sounded weak and listless.

"hey-hey……"

She laughed too, her face deathly pale...

"superior!"

"Who dares to come closer!" I pulled out a grenade and looked at the brothers who usually protected me.

Zhongli sneered: "You think you can escape?"

I don't think so.

“Ouyang Fengrui has prepared four groups of men for you.”

"I know." Nuya is a trap, but Wu Hui marrying is a fact. I don't like this fact. Even if it's a trap, I'll still fall into it. If I die, Wu Hui will definitely not get married.

"Shen Ziyi, that thing can't scare me."

"Hmm." You took it with ease.

"The grass was released."

"Young Master..."

"impossible."

Sigh! You can't even fool a dying person like me.

I touched the little grass's face as it was about to fall asleep: "Damn it, I'm taking you down with me when I die."

“Young...Master…” she stared at me intently.

I smiled, lowered my head, and kissed her forehead.

Her wide-open eyes remained motionless.

"I'll reward you!"

Tears welled up in her eyes.