The Overlord of Western Chu

Yu Ji was lifted upside down in the hands of the Han generals, the hosta fell from her hair, and her pale face reflected the cold light of the blade. "I heard that the overlord's double pupils can reveal secrets." The Han general smiled ferociously and grabbed Yu Ji's green hair. "If you are willing to gouge out these eyes, I will spare her life!" Xiang Yu's throat was filled with fishy sweetness, but he suddenly threw his head back and laughed. He slowly stretched out his hand and touched his bleeding eyes with his fingertips: "With my eyes, I can see all the beacon fires in the eight wastelands, and read all the states of all living beings..." Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed. Xiang Yu actually gouged out his eyes with his bare hands, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the eyes with double pupils shone strangely in the palm of his hand. "Take it!" He threw his eyeballs, his voice like cracking silk, "If you dare to hurt her, I will kill you today!" Yu Ji's heartbreaking cries were mixed with the exclamations of the Han army. Xiang Yu's eyes were filled with blood, as if he could see the poppy dancing in the Chu tent again, with the light of his sword dancing with her skirt...