Young Master Qianmian had known for a long time that his adoptive father was extremely skilled in martial arts, but what he had learned was only one-tenth of what he had learned. Now that he saw the man in black's skills with his own eyes, he was even more impressed with his admiration.
He was moved and ashamed at the same time, and said: "Father, I didn't complete the task, and I was captured by others, which embarrassed Zixiao Pavilion, and asked you to rescue me personally. I am really useless, foster father." No matter how you punish the child, he will never complain."
"Shut up, now is not the time to talk!" came the low and cold voice of the man in black, without any emotion.
Young Master Qianmian immediately shut his mouth obediently. He felt relaxed for a while, because as long as his adoptive father took action, there was nothing that could not be done.
He was seriously injured, and coupled with his sudden sadness and joy, his mood was agitated. He soon couldn't hold on anymore and fell into a deep sleep without knowing it.
He slept for a long time, and seemed to wake up vaguely in the middle. He felt that his adoptive father was always by his side. As soon as he regained consciousness, he felt his adoptive father's hands touching his face. The palms were rough. But the warmth made him feel extremely at ease, causing him to fall into sleep again.
He was so groggy for an unknown amount of time that he finally regained consciousness from his half-asleep state. Before he even opened his eyes, he smelled a faint aroma at the tip of his nose. This aroma was so familiar that it seemed like It was the smell of the purple incense I burned in the Zixiao Pavilion.
Could it be that he was taken home by his adoptive father
Young Master Qianmian slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a familiar face.
This face looks very strange. The whole face is divided by the eyes. The eyes are bright and full of energy, and the skin on the face is also very smooth.
But there were several deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his hair was all white without any black at all.
If you say he is young, you are not young, but if you say he is old, you cannot tell that he is too old.
But no matter what, the owner of this face must have been a handsome and handsome man when he was young. Even now, the charm exuded by his whole person is no less than that of the Thousand-faced Young Master.
Several red candles were lit in the room, and the candlelight danced slightly. The face looked particularly kind and kind in the half-dark candlelight.
As soon as Mr. Qianmian saw this face, he had the urge to cry.
"Father!" He choked and cried out. He moved slightly and tried to sit up, but he was surprised when he found that his limbs were stiff and he had no feeling.
"I...what's wrong with me? Why can't I move?"
The person he called his adoptive father was the Master of Zixiao Pavilion. He was sitting in a wheelchair at this time, his right hand resting on the pulse of Young Master Qianmian, and he was concentrating on feeling his pulse.
Seeing Young Master Qianmian wake up, he slowly retracted his hand, brought in a bowl of medicine beside the bed, helped him up, and said, "Drink the medicine first."
The Qianmianzi opened his mouth without hesitation and drank the bowl of medicine in one go.
He didn't ask what kind of medicine it was, nor did he worry about whether it was poisonous, because in this world, the person he trusted the most and was closest to him was the Master of Zixiao Pavilion in front of him.
After drinking the medicine, he felt a warm current rushing up from his Dantian and starting to run along the meridians in his body. Every time it ran to a meridian, it was like a barrier had been opened.
He was so surprised that he couldn't help shouting again: "Father!"