Tuoba Zheng can't help but release his arm. He sees the young master standing straight slowly and then walks towards Shaoyang of Chu step by step.

"Thousands, no!"

Tuoba Zheng subconsciously called out, trying to stop him. He intuitively thought that in the past, Chu Shaoyang would kill him.

He had been on the battlefield for a long time, and had suffered numerous major and minor injuries. He could see that although the dagger in Chu Shaoyang's chest was deeply inserted, it was still a little distance away from his heart and would not die immediately.

Such Chu Shaoyang is like a wounded tiger who will give his last blow before he dies.

And it must have been a tremendous blow.

Chu Shaoyang suddenly raised his head and looked at Tuoba Zheng.

"Are you worried that I will kill him? He doesn't worry himself. Why should you worry about him, second prince? "

He pressed his hand on the dagger in front of his chest, and his face did not show much pain.

He knew very well that although the dagger was deep, it was far from fatal. Chu Shaoyang would not die, and he would never let himself die!

"Send for the doctor, the best doctor for the knife wound. Remember, don't disturb anyone. If the news of my injury spreads out, I'll kill your head!"

He turned his head and told the housekeeper that although his face was pale without a trace of blood, the chill in his eyes still made the housekeeper shiver.

"Yes, yes, Lord."

The housekeeper repeatedly agreed and asked anxiously, "Lord, you..."

"I won't die. This little injury will not kill me! I will live, because I haven't seen the result of things. How can I die so easily Chu Shaoyang laughed coldly, but his feet were soft and he sat down on the ground.

Although his sword is not lethal, he still hasn't fainted. It's all because of his pure inner strength.

At this time, however, his legs were weak and he could not stand.

The housekeeper didn't dare to stay any longer, so he quickly called for the guard to come over and pointed to the young master of thousand faces and said, "this assassin has assassinated the Lord. Tie him up quickly!"

At that time, the guards rushed up in a rush and tied up the young man with thousand faces.

Master Qian Mian lost his skill. His left arm was broken and his right arm was broken by Chu Shaoyang's palm. Even if the people didn't bind him, he would not be able to kill.

He let the people tie him up, without any struggle, but only chushaoyang smile.

"Does it taste good? It's a pity that the dagger is too short to stab you, but as long as I have one breath, sooner or later I will let you die in my hand. "

Tuo Ba Zheng would jump out of his heart when he heard it. He wished he could not rush up and cover the mouth of a thousand face childe.

Is he stupid! Even if he could say that, was he afraid that he would die not fast enough?

"Uncle! Uncle Tuoba Zheng quickly ran to Chu Shaoyang and squatted down to see his injury.

"Your injury doesn't matter. You won't die. You can't die. You Don't pay attention to him. He's talking nonsense. He's talking nonsense. He missed. Yes, he didn't mean to kill you. Don't kill him, don't kill him... " He said incoherently, scrambling to pull out the dagger of Chu Shaoyang.

A sneer.

But this smile is not from Chu Shaoyang, but from Qianmian.

"Uncle? Second prince, I'm so sorry that you can call such a sarcastic title He sneered.

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