Chapter 1702

Mr. Qian Mian knew for a long time that his adoptive father was excellent in martial arts, and he learned less than one tenth of his old man's. at this time, he witnessed the martial arts of the man in black and admired him.

He was moved and ashamed. He said, "adoptive father, I didn't finish the task, but I was caught. I lost the face of Zixiao Pavilion and asked your old man to help me. I'm really useless. The child has no complaints about how the adoptive father wants to punish the child."

"Shut up, it's not the time to talk!" The deep and cold voice of the man in black came without a trace of emotion.

Qian Mian immediately shut his mouth obediently, and he felt relaxed for there was nothing impossible as long as the adoptive father came out.

He was injured heavily, and his mood was agitated. He was soon unable to hold on and fell asleep unconsciously.

He had been sleeping for a long time. He felt his adoptive father was at his side all the time. As soon as he had a little consciousness, he felt his adoptive father's hand caressing his face. The rough but warm palms made him feel incomparable peace of mind and let him fall into a coma again.

In this way, he did not know how many times later, he finally recovered from the state of half dream and half awake. Before opening his eyes, he smelled a faint fragrance on his nose. The aroma was so familiar that it was like the purple aroma that he had burned in Zixiao Pavilion.

Was he brought home by his adoptive father?

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a familiar face at first sight.

This face is very strange, the whole face is divided by eyes, a pair of eyes are bright and bright, and the skin on the face is also very smooth.

However, there are several deep wrinkles in the corner of the eye, and the hair is completely white, without a bit of black.

To say that he is young, he is not young, but to say that he is old, he can not see that he is too old.

But in any case, the owner of this face must have been a handsome and graceful man when he was young. Even now, the charm of his whole person is no less than that of a thousand faced childe.

Several red candles were lit in the room, and the candle light beat slightly. The face was very kind and kind in the half light.

As soon as he saw this face, he felt an impulse to cry.

"Adoptive father!" He cried out with a choking voice. He moved slightly and tried to sit up, but he was surprised to find his limbs stiff and unconscious.

"I What's wrong with me? Why can't I move? "

The man he called the adoptive father was the Zixiao Pavilion master. At this time, he was sitting in a wheelchair with his right hand on the pulse of Qianmian childe, paying attention to his pulse.

See thousand face childe wake up, he slowly put back his hand, put into a bowl of medicine beside the bed, helped him up, said: "drink medicine first."

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and drank a bowl of medicine in one breath.

He did not ask what kind of medicine it was, and he would not worry about whether it was poisonous, because the person he trusted most in the world was the Zixiao Pavilion master in front of him.

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

He was so surprised and happy that he couldn't help calling out again, "adoptive father!"

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