Young Master Qianmian suffered two heavy blows from him and suffered serious internal injuries. He vomited blood one after another and collapsed weakly on the ground. He could not feel any fear when listening to Chu Shaoyang's gritted teeth.
He was going to die anyway, who would die in his hands
Neither Tuoba Zheng nor Chu Shaoyang would let him live again.
There is a sentence on his lips. As long as he says it, Chu Shaoyang will never send him to Tuoba Zheng. But for some reason, he just doesn't want to say it now. He doesn't want to say a word. Instead, he slowly closes his mouth. On the eyes.
"Come here, send him to Prince Pingxi's tent. Tell him that this is a gift from me to Prince Pingxi, and let him enjoy it!"
Several soldiers entered the camp and lifted up the young master Qianmian who was lying on the ground.
Young Master Qianmian showed no resistance. He lowered his head and allowed these people to carry him to Tuoba Zheng's tent.
He was groggy, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and fell to the ground drop by drop.
This situation made the few soldiers who were holding him feel unbearable. They secretly complained that the prince was too cruel and showed no mercy at all. He beat a beautiful girl like a flower to the point of severe injury and vomited blood, and even sent her to the second prince. .
God knows, with the second prince's violent temper, he would torture this beauty to death in less than a night!
What a pity! What a pity!
The soldiers felt that their steps had become heavier. They held the Thousand-faced Young Master and walked very slowly. Their hearts were full of pity and sympathy for him. They hoped that if they walked slower, he would suffer less. The second prince's camp was probably the time for his death.
After turning a corner and passing through two tents, Tuoba Zheng's big tent was located. The two soldiers holding Qianmian Gongzi suddenly felt a pain in the back of their necks and fell to the ground silently.
"who?"
"what happened?"
When the soldiers walking in front heard the sound, before they had time to turn around, they all fell to the ground like broken sacks.
The Thousand-faced Master only felt an arm grabbing him, and then he was gliding through the air like a cloud and mist, and a familiar breath came.
In a daze, he seemed to be back in Zixiao Pavilion, and he couldn't help but think, was he dreaming? Why do you dream about your adoptive father
Impossible. How could his adoptive father appear here because his legs were inconvenient? It was even more impossible for him to be gliding in the air. He must be dreaming.
He half-conscious and half-awake opened his eyes, only to see the scenery under his feet flashing rapidly. He raised his head with all his strength, and saw a man in a black cloak grabbing him. The man's entire face was covered in the shadow of the cloak. , the face cannot be seen clearly, only a pair of shining eyes can be seen.
"Father, is that you?"
He cried out in surprise and joy.
The look in these eyes was so familiar. He had only seen it on his adoptive father's face. However, his adoptive father could not walk, so how could he fly freely with him
"Hush! Silence."
The man in black whispered, and that extremely familiar voice and tone was that of his adoptive father who had raised him for more than twenty years.
At this time, Young Master Qianmian had discovered that the man in black was holding himself with one hand and holding a long black whip in the other hand. As soon as he retracted and released the long whip, it was rolled up on the tree trunk next to him, and he just soared into the air. Get up, jump in the air, as if flying.