Murong Qingzhen's expression changed. Before he could say anything else, Bai Yanbing was the first to ask. "What did you say? There is only one antidote in total? Why is that? Can't we just follow the recipe and prepare it again?"
Murong Yuanhong looked at him angrily, vomiting out the bad breath in his chest, and said proudly: "Pairing? You said it simply, the antidote was originally made from an ancestor of our Murong family, whose surname is Feng.
It is made from the ground relics of a lady from Kaishan. There is only one relic, and the dose is only enough to cure this poison once. You have nothing to do to drag Jiang Zimo's father into the water, now-----
Do you really think that just one more match will be enough?"
Murong Qingzhen frowned, as if he was unwilling to give such an answer. However, he did not ask Murong Yuanhong again, but turned his attention to Bai Yanbing.
Coincidentally, Qin Ge's eyes also fell on Bai Yanbing and him.
A subtle atmosphere suddenly filled this small ward.
Qin Ge didn't hesitate at all and immediately said to Bai Yanbing: "Yan Bing, go take the antidote right away."
Bai Yanbing opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Murong Qingzhen said sternly: "No! This antidote must be left for Azi's father."
Qin Ge gently patted Yao Yuwan in his arms, raised his head and said slowly: "Give it to him? It's just a dead person, why do you need any antidote?"
Murong Qingzhen and Bai Yanbing were both shocked when they heard this, and said in unison: "What did you say?"
Qin Ge smiled seductively, and in the next second, Bai Yanbing flew up and headed straight for the adjacent ward.
Murong Qingzhen was one step behind him, but he quickly arrived at Jiang's father's bedside.
A white quilt covered his entire body, and blood fell on the smooth floor bit by bit.
Murong Qingzhen lifted the quilt and stretched out his hand to explore. It was obvious that he had just died.
He was killed by someone cutting his throat with a sharp blade. The blade was neat and neat. You could tell at a glance that it must have been done by a master, killing him with one knife.
His hands trembled, and Murong Qingzhen was furious in vain. He turned around and punched Bai Yanbing hard.
How could Bai Yanbing be willing to show weakness? Without hesitation, he followed the opponent's offensive and lightly held the opponent's wrist.
Unexpectedly, Murong Qingzhen's move was an attack in the east and west. He stopped his fist in front of Bai Yanbing, then swept his lower leg over and said fiercely: "You dare to touch her father, you will definitely die."
I’m tired of it!”
Bai Yanbing glared angrily and retorted: "Don't call a thief a thief here!"
As he said that, he also used the killing move of close combat, but because the opponent was his master's flesh and blood, he did not dare to use magic to kill him.
Soon the two of them were having an indistinguishable fight, and the sound naturally alarmed the people outside. I don’t know what order Murong Yuanhong gave. In short, within a while, the entire floor of the VIP ward, which was originally quiet, suddenly became...
A place for fighting and fighting.
People kept rushing over, and people kept gasping. After the bloody killing, under the moonlight, Murong Qingzhen and Bai Yanbing stood opposite each other.
The originally delicate and handsome facial features had a kind of destructive beauty under the blood color. Their eyes were dark and deep, as if they had known each other before, as if the soft moonlight could not shine into the deep darkness.
With just a quick glance, Murong Qingzhen could conclude that the manpower he had brought suffered heavy casualties. Although many people on the other side were poisoned, injured and went crazy, overall, the other side must have had the advantage.