Tuoba Zheng involuntarily let go of his arms and saw Young Master Qianmian slowly standing up straight and walking towards Chu Shaoyang step by step.
"Qianqian, no!"
Tuoba Zheng screamed subconsciously, trying to stop him. He intuitively believed that Chu Shaoyang would definitely kill him if Young Master Qianmian passed by.
He has been on the battlefield for a long time and has suffered countless major and minor injuries. He can see that although the dagger in Chu Shaoyang's chest is inserted deep, it is still a little distance from the heart and will not kill him immediately.
This kind of Chu Shaoyang is like a wounded tiger, who will deliver his last blow before dying.
And that blow must have been extremely powerful.
Chu Shaoyang suddenly raised his head and looked at Tuoba Zheng.
"Are you worried that I will kill him? He is not worried himself, so why should you, Second Prince, worry about him?"
He pressed his hand on the dagger on his chest, and his face did not show much pain.
He knew very well that although the dagger penetrated deeply, it was far from fatal. He, Chu Shaoyang, would not die, and he would never let himself die!
"Go and ask for a doctor, the best doctor who can treat knife wounds. Remember, don't alert anyone. If word gets out about my injury, I will kill your head!"
He turned around and gave instructions to the housekeeper. Although his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, the coldness in his eyes still made the housekeeper shudder.
"Yes, yes, my lord."
The housekeeper agreed repeatedly, and then asked worriedly: "Your Majesty, you..."
"I won't die. This little injury won't kill me! I will live because I haven't seen the outcome of the matter yet. How could I die so easily?" Chu Shaoyang smiled coldly. , but his feet softened and he slowly sat down on the ground.
Although the sword hit him was not fatal, his ability to hold on until now without fainting was all due to his pure inner strength.
At this time, my legs were sore and weak, and I was unsteady on my feet.
The housekeeper did not dare to stay any longer and hurriedly called for the guards to come over. He pointed at Young Master Qianmian and said: "This assassin assassinated the prince, tie him up quickly!"
The guards immediately swarmed forward and tied up the Thousand-faced Young Master tightly.
Young Master Qianmian had already lost his power. The tendons in his left hand were broken, and his right arm was broken by Chu Shaoyang's palm. Even if everyone didn't tie him up, he would still have no lethality.
He allowed everyone to tie him up without struggling, and just smiled at Chu Shaoyang.
"Does this knife feel good? It's a pity that the dagger is short and can't kill you, but as long as I still have breath, you will die in my hands sooner or later."
Tuoba Zheng's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he heard this. He wished he could rush up and cover the mouth of Young Master Qianmian.
Qianqian, isn’t he stupid? He could even say this. Was he afraid that he wouldn't die quickly enough
"Uncle! Uncle!" Tuoba Zheng quickly ran to Chu Shaoyang and knelt down to look at his injuries.
"It doesn't matter your injury. You won't die. You can't die. You... don't pay attention to Qianqian's nonsense. He is talking nonsense. He made a mistake. Yes, he made a mistake. He didn't mean to kill you. You Don't kill him, don't kill him..." He said incoherently, trying to pull out Chu Shaoyang's dagger.
A sneer of "tsk".
But this smile was not made by Chu Shaoyang, but by the Thousand-faced Young Master.
"Uncle? Second Prince, it's a shame that you can call me such a disgusting name!" He sneered.