Chu Shaoyang was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief, and then he furrowed his handsome eyebrows, his eyes full of vigilance.
He sneered: "You promised me such a big benefit, what do you want from me? Apart from money and power, I can't give you much, and I believe you won't care about these two things at all."
If others heard the Master of Zixiao Pavilion say these words, they would probably laugh loudly. He is too arrogant, as if he is the master of the world, and whoever he wants to be the emperor can be the emperor. He can change the world if he wants. He would overturn the earth if he wanted to.
But Chu Shaoyang believed that the old man in front of him with disabled legs and sitting in a wheelchair was not exaggerating. With his unfathomable martial arts and Zixiao Pavilion's status in the world, as long as he wanted, he could There's nothing he can't ask for!
Although this sounds as ridiculous as a fantasy, Chu Shaoyang knows that this is not a joke, and he will definitely do what he says.
But why would he promise himself this benefit out of thin air? He wants to be the co-leader of these four countries, why doesn't he do it himself
Chu Shaoyang figured it out after thinking for a while.
He wants a puppet!
"I'm sorry, I, Chu Shaoyang, am not interested in being a puppet at the mercy of others. Please forgive me for not accepting the kindness of the Pavilion Master."
Chu Shaoyang refused bluntly.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion looked at him quietly, and the strange look in his eyes suddenly dimmed and became dull.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, that smile was bleak and lonely: "Do you think I want you to be my puppet? No, I never need a puppet."
Chu Shaoyang said coldly: "Then what do you want?"
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion said slowly: "You are right, I don't want money or power, and a dying old man like me will be a joke even if he sits in the position of co-owner of the world, so , I just want one thing!”
"What?" Chu Shaoyang's pupils shrank.
"You, the, person!" Master Zixiao Pavilion said every word.
"My people?" Chu Shaoyang's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his voice was as cold as ice, with a frightening chill: "What do you mean?"
Not wanting his life, but wanting his people
Isn't this old man also...a monster like the Thousand-faced Young Master who is neither male nor female
No wonder the Thousand-faced Young Master can seduce Tuoba Zheng. It turns out that the top beam is crooked and the bottom beam is crooked. Only a man like this can raise a son like that!
Chu Shaoyang didn't dare to imagine such a scene, he was afraid that he would vomit in disgust.
"Don't even think about it! Do you think I, Chu Shaoyang, am that kind of person!" He said viciously.
At the same time, he involuntarily took a few steps back, further away from the master of Zixiao Pavilion, as if the other party would pounce on him at any time, and his eyes were filled with disgust.
Monster, old monster!
He cursed fiercely in his mind.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion was slightly startled by his eyes, and then he reacted and smiled instead of getting angry:
"Boy, where have you been? Who do you think I am?"
"I don't care who you are!" Chu Shaoyang was ashamed and angry, wishing to kill this old monster with one palm.
"When I said I wanted your person, I didn't mean what you thought at all."
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion shook his head. With his arrogant and lonely temperament, he had never explained to anyone.
But now he slowly explained to Chu Shaoyang.
"I need an heir," he said.