He desperately grabbed the wrist of his left hand with his right hand, but found that his left arm had always been limp, as if it was not part of his body at all. He felt dizzy in his mind, thinking of Chu Shaoyang's fierce and sharp sword, like a nightmare. appeared in front of me again.
"Ah! Chu Shaoyang, I hate you! I hate you!"
Young Master Qianmian held his head with his right hand and let out a heart-rending roar.
He has now recalled everything. He injured his right arm by Chu Shaoyang, and he broke the tendons in his left hand. Chu Shaoyang raised his long sword and approached him like a demon from hell. He Threatening to cut off the tendons of his limbs, destroy his pipa bones, and then give himself to Tuoba Zheng...
If his adoptive father hadn't arrived in time to save him, he might have fallen into Tuoba Zheng's hands and been tortured until he looked like a human being and a ghost like a ghost.
"Father, thank you for saving me."
He raised his head, his eyes were blood red, mixed with deep hatred, and he said word by word: "If I don't avenge this revenge, I will be a useless person! Chu Shaoyang, what I have suffered today will be done to you a hundred times in the future. repay!"
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion sighed deeply, patted him on the shoulder, and moved his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
Young Master Qianmian closed his eyes, remembering the scene of Chu Shaoyang driving the carriage and running away, and felt a throbbing pain in his heart again.
He grabbed the master of Zixiao Pavilion's hand tightly with his right hand and asked urgently: "Father, why didn't you chase him at that time? With your skill, you can definitely catch up with Chu Shaoyang and stop the carriage! You clearly knew she was in that carriage, why didn't you go?"
The master of Zixiao Pavilion's face darkened and he said coldly: "Xiao'er, are you blaming your adoptive father?"
As soon as his face sank, a chilling air surged out, making people shudder.
Although Young Master Qianmian was scared, thinking of Shen Ning in the carriage, he still mustered up the courage to say: "Father, I want to ask you something..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Master of Zixiao Pavilion said coldly: "You want to ask me to save that girl, don't you?"
Young Master Qianmian nodded and said: "Foster father, only you have the ability to rescue her from Chu Shaoyang. Please, you must rescue her!"
The master of Zixiao Pavilion said calmly: "But why should I save her? My adoptive father told you that Chu Shaoyang would not kill her. You should take good care of your own body. The tendons in your left hand were severed. If not, If you treat it in time, your left hand will be useless in the future.”
Young Master Qianmian missed Shen Ning, but he couldn't care less whether his left hand was useless or not.
He struggled from the bed to the ground. Originally, the bleeding on his right arm's sword wound had stopped after applying gold wound medicine, but with such a struggle, blood poured out again. He felt dizzy and almost lost his footing. However, he gritted his teeth and persisted, kneeling in front of the Master of Zixiao Pavilion with a plop.
"Father, I beg you, please save her!"
The face of the Master of Zixiao Pavilion seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he stared at the Thousand-faced Young Master with stern eyes.
"I remember I warned you that you will never kneel down for a woman again. Now that you knowingly do it, are you still like a man? I didn't kill her personally because it was for your sake. But If you continue to act like a mother-in-law and worry about her, then don’t blame me for taking action personally to kill her! "