The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 509 The Male Supporting Character Who Was Broken Down by the Female Lead

Nangong Jue: "What's the commotion?"

Supporting role: "City Lord, something terrible has happened"

A man rushed in with a panicked look on his face.

Li Fu: "What does it look like to be in a panic?"

Li Fu: "Let's talk it over nicely"

Supporting actor: "The second young master was carried back unconscious"

Li Fu: “What?! (shocked)”

Nangong Jue's face turned pale and he disappeared in a flash.

Li Fu hurriedly chased after him.

The servant who was left behind was confused: No, we agreed not to panic?!

Nangong Jue quickly found his second son who was being carried. His hands began to tremble when he saw his second son covered in blood. He checked and found that all the meridians in his son's body were broken. Nangong Jue's eyes were piercing as he shouted sternly.

Nangong Jue: “Who did it?!”

Nangong Jue: “Who is it?!”

Nangong Jue: "This city lord will grind him to dust!!"

At this time, Li Fu also arrived. When he saw the miserable appearance of the second young master, he immediately screamed.

Li Fu: "Hey, how can you leave it hanging in front of the door?"

Li Fu: "Hurry!"

Li Fu: "Hurry up and carry the Second Young Master back."

Li Fu: "Someone come!"

Li Fu: "Call the doctor!"

Li Fu: "Go quickly!" Li Fu shouted, and the people in the City Lord's Mansion immediately became busy. Some called for the doctor, some carried the people, some ran to prepare the room, and a few smart people drove away the onlookers and closed the door.

When everything was done, Nangong Jue had calmed down and sat in his second son's yard.

Inside the room, the doctor had finished his diagnosis and Nangong Jue already knew the situation. His life was not in danger, but his cultivation was completely wasted and all his tendons and veins were broken. Even if he started practicing again from the beginning, it would be impossible.

His son is completely ruined!

Nangong Jue's knuckles crackled. First the eldest son, then the second son. Ha! A high-level demon beast? How could there be so many coincidences?

Even if a high-level demon beast escaped, why wouldn't it kill someone else and instead target his son? If there wasn't something fishy going on, he wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death!

Nangong Jue had no intention of listening to the doctor, who only told him to do his best to treat the patient. He immediately arranged for someone to investigate. No matter what, he, Nangong Jue, would never let this go. Whoever made the move would pay the price!

Yun Mo put away the scissors, and the paper figure in his hand fell to the ground and turned into the appearance of Nangong Mo, a young genius with excellent looks, bright and outgoing, but sitting in a wheelchair.

Yun Mo: “Go ahead.”

Author: "Solemnly declare: the paper man is called Nangong Mo, and Yunmo is still called Yunmo when he appears, but they use the same face in this world. They have two names for the sake of convenience, so don't get confused."

Nangong Mo answered yes while sitting in a wheelchair, then opened the door and turned the wheelchair out. Light slipped in through the open door. Yun Mo was sitting at the table. He had a face exactly like Nangong Mo. He used his original body to transform into Nangong Mo's appearance. The real Nangong Mo had been buried in the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The door was opened and quickly closed. Nangong Mo pushed the wheelchair out of the yard, grabbed a servant to help him push the wheelchair, and then entered Nangong Ci's yard. Li Fu: "Master, why are you here?"

Nangong Mo: "I heard some noise, come out and take a look"

Nangong Mo: "Everyone said that the second brother was injured. How serious is his injury?"

Li Fu: “This?”

Nangong Mo: "It's inconvenient for me to know?"

Li Fu: “That’s not the case.”

Li Fu sighed and told the whole story about the second young master Nangong Ci.

Nangong Mo: "Push me in and take a look"

He entered the room and lifted the bed curtains, and a pale face appeared in front of him. He was about twelve or thirteen years old, still with baby fat, and had three or four points of Nangong Ci's color, a pretty face.

He stretched out his hand to check his pulse and found that all the meridians in his body were broken, even his Dantian was damaged.

Nangong Mo lowered his eyes. The eyelashes of the person lying there trembled slightly. It was obvious that he had woken up a long time ago. He refused to open his eyes until now. I'm afraid he couldn't face the fact that he had become a disabled person.