kvmb Chapter 42 Give it back to me
Chapter 42 Give it back to me
The torrential rain lashed Qin Zijian's face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.
Despite the excruciating pain, he stubbornly and laboriously walked towards He Louxiong step by step.
With each step, the golden bells in her hair swayed gently, emitting a few low, muffled sounds.
His black hair was wet and clung to the sides of his face, intertwined with the light green hair ribbon.
His body was covered in dirty mud and water, which washed down with the rain and became murky at his heels.
When the soldiers saw him approaching, carrying a long spear, they instinctively looked at Gao Hao.
Gao Hao's face was ashen. He slightly raised his hand and waved it, signaling the soldiers to step back.
Dragging his injured leg, Qin Zijian quickened his pace with all his might, staggering as he rushed toward He Louxiong, who was covered in blood.
Rainwater pelted the ground and mingled with the blood on He Louxiong's body.
It rushed down the terrain quickly, staining the ground with a large, shocking red stain.
Qin Zijian's trembling hand slowly reached out and carefully touched He Louxiong's blood-stained face.
He stared wide-eyed at He Louxiong, who was also staring at him with wide eyes.
His lips trembled, and he managed to open his mouth with great effort.
"...Husband...Jun..."
When he uttered those two words, they were as soft as a candle flickering in the wind, almost inaudible.
However, apart from the sound of wind and rain, there was no other response from the surroundings.
Qin Zijian's eyes were filled with despair, and he shook He Louxiong's body with trembling hands.
Her voice grew increasingly mournful as she cried out, "My husband... it's me, Zijian... I'm your Khatun... please... answer me, okay..."
However, no matter how much he pleaded, He Louxiong remained unresponsive.
Suddenly, He Louxiong's body seemed to lose its support and he fell sharply to one side.
With a muffled thud, He Louxiong fell heavily to the ground.
A pool of murky water, mixed with blood, was splashed onto Qin Zijian's face.
Watching He Louxiong collapse to the ground with a thud, Qin Zijian's last remaining nerve snapped.
In an instant, he let out a heart-wrenching roar, like the final lament of a wild beast.
Like a madman, he desperately covered the several bleeding holes in He Louxiong's body with both hands.
"Ah!!!" His screams grew more and more shrill and frantic.
No matter how hard he tried to cover it up, the blood kept gushing out and he couldn't stop it.
Qin Zijian had fallen into a semi-mad state.
Without hesitation, he tore off his coat and pressed it tightly against the bloody hole in He Louxiong's body.
Then, as if he had suddenly remembered something important, Qin Zijian's eyes became somewhat dazed and confused.
“We’re going home…I’ll take you…home…Amgu is still waiting for us to come back…”
He kept muttering to himself, his voice trembling slightly.
He stretched out his hands with difficulty, using all his strength to try to pull He Louxiong's heavy body.
"My husband... don't be afraid... the Khatun will take you home right away..."
As Qin Zijian muttered to himself, he stubbornly pulled He Louxiong onto his back.
However, he tried several times but could not stand up.
Despite this, he still clung tightly to He Louxiong and refused to let go, even though his back was already bent over on the ground.
And so, Qin Zijian lay on the ground, using his elbows and knees to support his body, stubbornly crawling forward.
The blood flowing from He Louxiong's body stained his skin red.
Upon seeing this scene, Gao Hao felt an uncontrollable surge of anger welling up inside him.
Almost without thinking, he roared, "Guards! Throw this corpse into the river!"
Upon receiving the order, the soldiers quickly marched toward Helouxiong and Qinzijian.
"No!!! No!!!" Qin Zijian lost control of his emotions instantly upon hearing Gao Hao's words.
He frantically hugged He Louxiong's body and roared at the approaching soldiers.
However, the soldiers completely ignored his resistance.
Several people surrounded Qin Zijian and forcefully pried open He Louxiong's hands, which were tightly gripping Qin Zijian's.
Qin Zijian gripped the corpse tightly with both hands, his fingertips digging into He Louxiong's blurred flesh.
"Don't take...my...my husband...get away from me!!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with endless despair.
But in the end, two fists can't fight four hands.
Gao Hao rushed forward and grabbed Qin Zijian by the waist.
Without any mercy, they pried Qin Zijian's fingers, which were tightly gripping the corpse, off one by one, and forcefully tore them off He Louxiong's body.
Every movement was so brutal that Qin Zijian kept crying and begging for mercy.
"Please! Please give him back to me... give my husband back to me... please, Gao Hao!!"
Tears streamed down his pale cheeks like a burst dam.
The soldiers dragged He Louxiong's body as if it were a cat or dog they cared about.
The body left a deep mark on the ground.
That wound in Qin Zijian's heart would never heal, and it would bleed and fester every moment.
"Open your eyes wide and look carefully! He's dead!! From now on, you can only stay obediently by my side!"
Gao Hao glared angrily at Qin Zijian, then reached out and forcefully gripped the man's chin.
This forced him to turn his gaze to the corpse being dragged away not far away.
Qin Zijian's eyes were filled with terror and despair. He struggled desperately to break free from Gao Hao's restraints, but all his efforts were in vain.
"No...no!!!"
With a loud "bang," a huge splash of water erupted from the river surface.
After a moment, silence returned...
"what!!!"
Qin Zijian writhed and twisted his body desperately, like a trapped wild beast.
It let out heart-wrenching roars.
"I'm going to kill you!! I'm going to kill you!!"
When Gao Hao had achieved his goal, he loosened his grip slightly and released Qin Zijian.
Qin Zijian suddenly rushed towards a soldier and drew the sword from his waist.
He gripped the long sword, staggered, and his movements were completely erratic as he slashed wildly at Gao Hao.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with hatred.
However, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great.
Gao Hao raised his hand without changing his expression and forcefully swung it at Qin Zijian's wrist, which was holding the knife.
In an instant, Qin Zijian felt a tremendous force strike him, and his wrist was wracked with pain.
With a crisp clang, the long sword fell to the ground.
Before Qin Zijian could react, Gao Hao shifted to the side again.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp palm strike landed heavily on the back of Qin Zijian's neck.
Qin Zijian let out a muffled groan, his body went limp, and he instantly lost consciousness.
Gao Hao reacted quickly, stretching out his arms to firmly embrace Qin Zijian.
He looked down at Qin Zijian in his arms, then slowly raised his head to look south.
He said coldly, "Withdraw the troops..."