Empress Running Away with the Ball!

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Qianmianzi had long known that his uncle's martial arts were outstanding, and he learned less than one-tenth of his old man's. At this time, he witnessed the black man's martial arts, and even admired his five-body investment.

He was touched and ashamed, and said: "Father, I have not completed the task, I have been captured, and I have lost the face of Zi Xiaoge, and let your old man personally rescue me. I am really useless. No matter how they want to punish children, they have no complaints. "

"Shut up, now is not the time to speak!" The dark and cold voice of the man in black came without emotion.

Thousand-faced Master immediately closed his mouth obediently, and he felt relaxed for a while, because as long as his righteous father was out of the horse, there was nothing he could not do.

He was seriously injured, coupled with sudden sorrow and joy, and his mood was agitated. He soon couldn't support it, and fell asleep unconsciously.

He slept for a long time in this sleep, and seemed to be soberly awake in the middle. He felt that his uncle was always by his side. As soon as he was slightly conscious, he felt that his hand was on his face. It was warm, which made him feel very comfortable, and made him fall asleep again.

I did n’t know how much time passed. He finally recovered his consciousness from a half-dream state. Before opening his eyes, he smelled a faint scent on his nose. This scent is very familiar. It is the smell of the purple incense that I burned in the Zixiao Pavilion.

Was he brought home by his righteous father?

Thousand-faced Master slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a familiar face.

This face looks very strange. The entire face is divided by the eyes. The eyes are bright and bright, and the skin on the face is very smooth.

But there are several deep wrinkles in the corners of the eyes, and the hair is all white and no black.

If he is young, he is not young, but he is old, but he is not too old.

But in any case, the owner of this face must be a handsome man when he was young, and even now, the charm of his whole person is not inferior to that of a thousand-faced son.

Several red candles were lit in the room, the candlelight flickered slightly, and the face looked particularly kind and kind in the half-dark candlelight.

As soon as the thousand-faced son saw this face, there was an urge to cry.

"Right Father!" He choked out with a choked voice. He moved slightly, trying to sit up, but found his limbs stiff and unaware, he was startled.

"I ... what's wrong with me, why can't I move?"

The person whom he called his righteous father was the Lord of the Purple Skies. At this time, he was sitting in a wheelchair, his right hand was on the pulse of the son of Qianmian, and he focused on giving him pulse.

Seeing the son of Thousand Faces woke up, he slowly withdrew his hand, put a bowl of medicine by the bed, helped him up, and said, "Drink the medicine first."

Thousand-faced son opened his mouth without hesitation, and dunked a bowl of medicine.

He didn't ask what medicine it was, and he wouldn't worry about whether it was poisonous, because in this world, the person he trusts the closest is the one who is in front of him.

After drinking the medicine, he felt a warm current rushing straight up from Dantian and began to run along the meridians in his body. Every time it reached a meridian, it was like a rush of a pass.

He was pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but called out again: "Right Father!"