Young Master Qianmian was immediately shocked. He knew that his adoptive father always meant what he said, and he could do whatever he said. He did not dare to continue begging anymore, gritted his teeth and stood up.
"Okay, I won't ask my foster father, I will save her myself!"
He held his left arm with his injured right hand and staggered toward the door.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion stared at him and said sternly: "Stop!"
Young Master Qianmian seemed to ignore it and continued to walk forward. This was the first time he had disobeyed his adoptive father's order, but his heart seemed to be burned by a fire, making every nerve in his body hurt. There is only one thought, that is to find Chu Shaoyang no matter what, and rescue her from Chu Shaoyang's hands!
"I said, stop!" Zixiao Pavilion Master shouted again.
The Thousand-faced Young Master still didn't look back. He staggered out of the room. The sun was shining brightly outside and the flowers were growing brightly. He had lost too much blood and his limbs were weak. He struggled to take these few steps and could no longer hold on. He fell down and fell to the ground. He felt that his eyes were going dark and he might faint at any time.
He took a deep breath to keep himself awake and wanted to stand up, but his legs were trembling and he couldn't stand up.
The disciples in black who were guarding outside saw this and stepped forward to help him.
"Young Master, how are you?"
"Young Master, you are so seriously injured, you should have a good rest."
"Young Master, whatever you want, just tell us to do it."
The black-clothed disciples all expressed concern.
Seeing the concerned faces, Young Master Qianmian suddenly felt something in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the cold voice of the Lord of Zixiao Pavilion.
"Everyone stand down!"
The disciples in black were stunned, not daring to speak, and retreated quietly one by one.
In the huge courtyard, only Young Master Qianmian was left lying on his back on the ground. Without the support of everyone, he didn't even have the strength to sit up.
The sun shone on his face and body, but it didn't bring any warmth to him. His whole body and heart seemed to have sunk into thousands of years of ice, making him feel cold all over.
Cold tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. Only now did he realize that he had become an out-and-out useless person. Even if he said he wanted to save people in person, he couldn't even walk now. So what if he finds Chu Shaoyang? What ability does he have to save her
Even when his limbs were intact, he was still no match for Chu Shaoyang. Now that he was crippled by his left hand, even if he went, he would only die.
Young Master Qianmian felt despair in his heart.
Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of him, blocking the bright and dazzling sunlight.
"If you are still a man, stand up for me!" The Master of Zixiao Pavilion was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he looked coldly at the Thousand-faced Young Master lying on the ground.
The Thousand-faced Young Master was motionless, with his eyes closed, as if he was dead.
"My foster father is really disappointed with you. You have turned into this for a woman, like a lost dog! Which girl would like you like this? Will she fall in love with you? What if the girl sees that? With your current state, she won't even look at you!" Zixiao Pavilion Master stared at him and said coldly, without any emotion in his voice.
Young Master Qianmian finally slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were blank when he looked at the Master of Zixiao Pavilion.