The young playboy's eyes were frowning, and the coldness and ice shot out were condensed, condensing the warm air, trembling, almost jumping out of the wheelchair.
Shi Yue didn't expect the playboy to be so nervous. He touched his nose and changed the topic: "You don't have to be so sensitive. I just asked afterwards. It's better if you don't answer, no one forced you to answer."
The playboy suppressed his anger, had a cold face, and remained silent.
Unexpectedly, Shi Yue asked again with interest: "However, how did your leg hurt? Who did it? Why did it? You are so powerful, I don't believe who can hurt you..."
"Get out of here."
The young actress's eyes showed fierce light, and her fair and cold cheeks became ferocious.
Shi Yuehao was unconscious and said to himself: "Why did Ziyun assassinate Tian Fen? Why didn't you stop her in person..."
He was talking to himself, but he didn't expect the playboy to snort coldly and slapped his arm in the wheelchair.
Countless hidden weapons immediately swept across the cabin, golden darts, flying arrows, iron chains, fire and thunder bombs, and an ancient brain shot...
Its speed and power are very powerful than Ziyun's methods.
Shi Yue didn't want to be pricked by hidden weapons and flew out of the hut like a leopard. He stood in the moonlight, looked through the window, and looked at the hideous face of the playboy, and couldn't help but feel angry and resentful.
"I care about you and don't know the good people's hearts. You are really a perfect match with Ziyun. They are so unreasonable."
Shi Yue pointed at the playboy through the window and vented his dissatisfaction.
The playboy closed her eyes and moved her arms gently in the wheelchair, and the window automatically closed. The playboy's cold and helpless expression also disappeared in front of Shi Yue.
Shi Yue was so angry that he was speechless: I am your wife's savior, why is it so arrogant like 20,000 or 50,000? Who cares about you?
Shi Yue was so angry that he couldn't help but walk to the front yard, Zuixiang Building, wanting to drink some wine to get drunk.
Drinking alone in the private room on the third floor is a waste of life.
After a while, the old guy, Han Mo, walked in with a gloomy face, sat down beside Shi Yue, and said angrily: "What did you say to the young master? I just went to report Ziyun's injury to relieve the young master. Unexpectedly, the young master's room door was closed and even I was turned away. This is something I have never seen before..."
"Ah? This... is actually nothing. I just cared about his legs..." Shi Yue smiled embarrassedly while drinking, and described what had just happened to Han Mo.
Han Mo frowned and said in a loss: "Shi Baihu, this is my mistake. I can't blame you. You are not wrong. But my young master is very taboo about this. He hurts his leg? Who else? It's his reverse scale, and he must not touch each other."
Shi Yue put down the wine glass, and a sincere light flashed in his eyes. He looked at Han Mo and said word by word: "Old Butler Han, you should be able to see that I have no malice towards the Playboy. I care about him from the bottom of my heart. Otherwise, if someone else shot me with a hidden weapon, I would have already skinned him..."
Han Mo snorted: "Shi Baihu is so bragging. Although the young master is disabled, as long as he doesn't leave that hut, no one in the world can kill him."
"Uh, Old Housekeeper Han, can't I let me enjoy my mouth? You know, I just blew it a little..." Shi Yue scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.
Han Mo suddenly laughed and bowed to Shi Yue again: "Actually, my young master also regards Baihu as a friend. Otherwise, if you say Meng Lang's words, the young master really wants to kill you. As long as you activate a big killer weapon, you will not be able to get out of that house made of steel with all the mechanisms..."
Shi Yue nodded with a smile and said, "Haha... I feel relieved with Mr. Han's words... But I really want to know how the playboy was injured? And..."
Looking at Han Mo's old face full of pleated ones, he said abruptly: "Old Housekeeper Han is the best miracle doctor in the world. Can't he cure the legs of the playboy well?"
What?
"How do you know that I am a miraculous doctor? I...I am actually a big butler..."
Shi Yue waved his hand disdainfully, winked and said, "Stop pretending, the playboy told me, he is just a doctor. I won't tell others randomly, why are you panic?"
Han Mo finally sighed and shook his head and said, "I even told you my identity. It seems that my young master has regarded you as a friend from the bottom of his heart."
"Actually, I have been living in the world for many years and have not made a world with my fists. I am talked about by people in the world because of my skillful skills of rejuvenating my life. However, I offended people in the world in my early years. No one dared to protect me. Only the young master dared to take responsibility for it. All of them, I became the young master's housekeeper. It would be better if I didn't mention old things..."
After Han Mo finished speaking, he felt invincible in his words.
"I don't care who chases you..."
Shi Yue narrowed his eyes and asked again: "I just want to know who is the little playboy who is the one who is harmed? Why? Where is the root cause of the leg injury? Can it be cured?"
Han Mo was stunned for a while, took a sip of wine, and then said in a moment: "I have no way to tell who hurt the young master, but the young master's leg injury... Actually... there is a turning point, and it is not completely impossible to cure..."
“There is a turnaround?”
Shi Yue was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly stood up and said excitedly: "Can Mr. Han tell me if I can tell you? I will never say it randomly."
Han Mo said with a serious expression: "The young master was injured by the bone-eating needle. It accidentally penetrated into the young master's spinal cord and stuck the young master's pulse, causing the young master's legs to be paralyzed and he had no sense of consciousness."
Shi Yue said, "As long as you take out the bone-eating needle, can you walk like the wind?"
Han Mo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Nothing is that simple. I know the medical theory and medical skills. The steps to remove the bone-eating needle are very detailed, and I have all kinds of treasures. However, I still dare not take the needle!"
"Why?" Shi Yue narrowed his eyes.
"Everything is ready, only the east wind is needed! If you want the young master to stand up, you still lack something."
"What?"
"Knife! Are there all kinds of strange shapes and sharp knives? There are also all kinds of equipment, hooks, syringes, etc...."
Han Mo smiled bitterly and said, "The bone-eating needle penetrates deep into the bone marrow. The bone marrow is the essence of human beings. If you open a sharp mouth casually, let alone treat the young master's legs, you are afraid that the young master will die because of it. There is no chance of success in this way. What should I do if I do it without any action?"
Shi Yue also knew that Hanmo was talking about various "scalpels" and tweezers, pointed-nosed pliers and other things.
"Old Butler Han, can't you find a blacksmith to build the tools you mentioned?"
Han Mo shook his head: "No, these equipment cannot be made by ordinary blacksmiths. The choice of materials, the structure of the blade, the width of the blade, etc. are not something that ordinary people can make. I have never found a master who meets all the requirements."
Shi Yue asked, "Who can do it in the world?"
"There is only one person who can do it!" Han Mo narrowed his eyes, looking sad.
"who?"
"The first skilled craftsman in Dayan - Ouyang Liufeng!"