"Lord Xueyang is really romantic. What do you call it, dying under a peony flower and being a ghost is also romantic? But a peony flower with a bruised nose and swollen face is not something that Lord Bloodyang can chew.
And he fell into the trap without any precautions. This is really... awesome! Special awesome!!"
He gave Xue Fangyang a thumbs up. His expression was so provocative that only Xuefangyang himself could understand.
Xue Fangyang was almost vomited to death, and Shang Ningluo was the biggest black spot in his life. He didn't say anything about it, and even made him lose his face to the Zhan Yun camp.
He could finally understand why Shang Ningyi hated Qian Jiyun so much. I'm afraid he had suffered a loss at the hands of Qian Jiyun, right?
"Qian Jiyun, Fu Ming, you are good, very good!"
His eyes moved back and forth between Qian Jiyun and Fu Ming, and he gritted his teeth and said to them.
"Qian Jiyun, please give me a quick word. Are you going to give me this antidote or not?" he asked.
"What antidote? Does Lord Xueyang's poisoning have anything to do with us? There must be a lot of alchemists in your camp. If you are poisoned, go to them to refine the antidote."
Without Qian Jiyun's reply, Fu Ming took over Xue Fangyang's words.
"It is said that the people in the Xueyang camp are so powerful and there are so many alchemists. Why did Lord Xueyang instead go to the Zhanyun camp to seek the antidote?
This is really hard to understand. Could it be that Lord Xueyang, the alchemist in the Xueyang camp, all died overnight?"
"Fu Ming!"
Xue Fangyang gritted his teeth and glared at Fu Ming. He took a step forward and wanted to take action against Fu Ming.
But Qian Jiyun also took a step forward and was ready to deal with him at any time, so he had to endure his anger for a moment.
He secretly calculated the time, and it should be time. His people should be here soon. When the time comes, he would like to see how Qian Jiyun will deal with his people.
He also wanted to see if Qian Jiyun would be so stubborn that he would not dare to hand over the antidote.
"Very good. It seems that you are toasting instead of eating and want to drink as a penalty? Qianjiyun, how many rounds do you think the Zhanyun camp can handle against the Xueyang camp?"
He asked coldly.
"It depends on whether Lord Xueyang has the ability to take action." Qian Jiyun looked at him with a smile and said softly.
Hearing this, Xue Fangyang's eyes darkened.
At this moment, there was movement from one side of Zhan Yun's camp, and a group of defenders rushed over quickly. They wanted to kill anyone they saw, and they killed people behind their backs.
However, he was dodged by the defenders in the camp. Several defenders attacked one at the same time. He was slightly injured before he came to Xue Fangyang's side.
"Lord, we are here."
Only one of the defenders was injured, and they came to Xue Fangyang's side.
Seeing them coming, Xue Fangyang felt confident. He looked up at Qian Jiyun and asked in a deep voice, "Qian Jiyun, if I give you another chance, will you hand over the antidote?"
"Are you trying to bully the weak?"
Fu Ming raised his eyebrows, looked at the group of defenders behind Xue Fangyang, and saw the shadows retreating towards Xue Fangyang.
He roughly calculated the number of defenders in the camp. If there was a fight, they might not be their opponents, but the premise was that there would be many casualties.
"Second brother, what should we do now?" he asked Qian Jiyun.
At this moment, Xue Fangyang was also waiting for Qian Jiyun's plan. Whether to fight or not was just a word from Qian Jiyun.
