He glanced at his eyes, sucked in his inner energy, and a steel knife a few meters away was instantly in his hand. The inner energy gathered in his wrist, and he threw the steel knife in his hand violently, as fast as lightning, towards the direction of the hidden arrow.
throw away
A small cry of pain dissipated in the night with the cold night wind
A few dozen meters away, an exquisite black figure covered its injured arm and fled into the night like a shooting star.
Wu Jingyu moved and was about to chase him out, but Feng Qingzhuang grabbed him and said with concern
"Wu Jingyu, stop chasing me and let me see the injury on your back. Is it serious?"
"Small injury, nothing to worry about"
It was okay to say it, but as soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jingyu felt his eyes go dark and cursed, "Damn it, I actually put poison on the arrow."
Then, as soon as he closed his eyes, he lost consciousness
"Idiot, you still said it's okay." Feng Qingzhuang's bright black eyes revealed a look of deep distress. She helped the unconscious Wu Jingyu sit on the ground and looked at the sharp arrow stuck in the left shoulder of his back.
Thick black blood oozing out from everywhere
Feng Qingzhuang had an idea and hurriedly looked for antidote to the poison in Mo Yin Yun Feng. However, after rummaging through it, there were still many bottles of poison left, but not a single antidote pill.
"Damn, how come these antidote pills are used up so quickly? There are not even a single one left. If I had known better, I would have used them sparingly." Feng Qingzhuang muttered angrily.
Seeing Wu Jingyu's lips gradually turning from red to purple, she stretched out two fingers and quickly touched his body a few times, sealing several large acupoints to prevent the poison from invading his heart.
On the ground, after Wu Jingyu's men joined the fight, the situation reversed. Only a few of the men in black who came to assassinate were left to resist desperately.
"Mo Yue, I'll leave this place to you. Remember, leave one alive." Feng Qingzhuang glanced at her with cold eyes, and ordered coldly that she must take Wu Jingyu to find a quiet place.
poison healing
Unable to wait for Mo Yue to answer, Feng Qingzhuang held Wu Jingyu in her arms, with the little gold piece resting on her shoulder. She stood on tiptoe, and in a flash, she had already passed the high wall of the government office and jumped off the high wall, like a ghost.
The figure flashed again and disappeared into the vast night.
The night is deep and everything is quiet
Feng Qingzhuang held Wu Jingyu who was unconscious due to poisoning and did not return to Piaoxue Pavilion, but came to Qunying Pavilion.
According to the information provided by Xiao Jinzi, the two men and one mouse passed the high wall to the north and directly entered the backyard of Qunying Pavilion.
"Who dares to break into the group of heroes at night?"
As soon as her feet touched the ground, two black shadows jumped out from the darkness, the cold sword was unsheathed, and the cold and sharp tip of the sword was pointed directly at Feng Qingzhuang.
"Your master has been poisoned. Quickly prepare a guest room for me. I'm going to force the poison out of him." Feng Qingzhuang's icy eyes glanced over the two people and coldly ordered.
When the two heard this, their expressions changed slightly and they looked at Feng Qingzhuang defensively. They did not move their feet or put down their swords. They did not believe Feng Qingzhuang's words at all.
"Damn it, call Mo Yin out," Feng Qingzhuang shouted coldly, anxious and angry.
Since the last time she saw Wu Jingyu singing bird songs, she asked Xiao Jinzi to investigate carefully and learned that Wu Jingyu was the boss behind Qunying Pavilion and a foothold of their Holy Moon Clan in Kyoto.
"Miss Feng Er, why are you here? Shouldn't you be here...ah, young master, what's wrong?"
Mo Yin, who was dressed in ink, was awakened by the movement in the backyard. He saw Feng Qingzhuang standing in the courtyard from a distance. When he saw the black brocade robe of ice silk that was so familiar that it turned to ashes, Mo Yin
His face changed drastically, and he exclaimed out of control.
"He has been poisoned by Mo Yin. Prepare a room for me quickly. I will force the poison on him immediately," Feng Qingzhuang ordered coldly.
"Follow me." Mo Yin swayed, took Wu Jingyu from Feng Qingzhuang's arms, took her to a luxurious and elegant room, placed Wu Jingyu on the bed in a prone position, and asked
: "Miss Feng Er, this is the room where the young master usually lives. Do you need me to stay and help?"
"No, when you go out, remember not to be disturbed."
After giving instructions to Mo Yin, Feng Qingzhuang waved her sleeves and closed the door. She walked to the bed, took out a dagger from Mo Yin's Yunfeng, and cut open Wu Jingyu's clothes. A large piece of skin on his left shoulder was pitch black.
This kind of dark texture is very strange, spreading to all directions like a blooming ink lotus, but if you look closely, there seems to be an unformed black scorpion hidden in the ink lotus.
Seeing this strange scene, Feng Qingzhuang's mind suddenly flashed back to the fact that when she was in Xiangxue Plum Forest, she had seen a book called "Two Secrets of Medicine and Poison" in Mei Yizhu's room. The book recorded that the world
The most poisonous thing - Lotus Immortal, which is homophonic to Lotus Scorpion, is made from the stings of the five most poisonous scorpions in the world.
A person who is poisoned by this poison will have an ink-colored lotus flower appear at the wound. Once the scorpion pattern in the ink lotus is formed, even if the Daluo God is alive, he will not be able to save him.
Her expression suddenly changed, and her heart tightened. Could this be the legendary lotus scorpion poison? She remembered that there was only one solution to this poison.
"Wu Jingyu, you took this arrow because of me. No matter what the price, I will never let anything happen to you."
Seeing that the scorpion pattern in the ink lotus on Wu Jingyu's left shoulder has been extended a little longer, it is gradually taking shape. Feng Qingzhuang's deep eyes showed a firm look.
She scratched Wu Jingyu's injured left shoulder with a dagger several times, and black and smelly black blood flowed out. She washed away the blood around the wound with a towel and pulled out the arrow with force. She lowered her head and softly kissed her lips.
Stick it to the wound on his left shoulder, suck hard, suck out the poisonous blood, spit it out, lower your head and continue sucking, and so on...
An hour later, Wu Jingyu's dark lips gradually turned into a pale color due to excessive blood loss. The strange texture on his shoulders disappeared, and the wounds no longer leaked black and smelly blood.
He is fine, but Feng Qingzhuang is in a very bad condition at the moment. Her lips are black and blue, and a strange and enchanting ink lotus appears on the left side of her face. A black lotus has emerged from the ink lotus.
Scorpion head and body
"Yu, if I leave, don't be sad."
Looking at Wu Jingyu who was breathing calmly and sleeping peacefully on the bed, Feng Qingzhuang's dark eyes showed deep reluctance. She raised her hand to gently caress his handsome face, lowered her head and placed a kiss on his lips.
Give a gentle kiss
A tear dropped from the corner of his eye and fell on Wu Jingyu's face. The sleeping man frowned and his eyelids moved but never opened.