Shocked and confused, the two of them looked stunned. Then they began to roll on the ground in pain and numbness. It was an inhuman torture. They no longer cared about curiosity and accusations and just tried their best to suppress the pain in their bodies...
It was not easy for Lou Qingfeng to deal with a martial saint. This was the first time he fought with all his strength after recovering from his injury. At this time, he was already resting on a chair. He looked at Yi'er, looking a little helpless.
This woman is so cruel. She actually took action when the sword of the man who suddenly came out pierced his flesh, saving his life... Is this woman so worried about him? She has to make him owe her so much.
Is it safe to take a life?
Although he doesn't care at all about the life he owes this woman, anyway, he still owes one life, and he still owes ten. He is hers after all. Maybe she can't show that she cares about him a little bit. It hurts him physically but hurts her heart. It's not a woman's best.
What do you mean? Why does this woman insist on seeing blood before she is willing to do it?
"What should I do?" Yi'er sat leisurely on the main seat, waiting until the two people stopped rolling, then slowly spoke with a smile.
"Why aren't you poisoned?" The flower owner was obviously not calm enough. When it came to Shang Jiuyi, he seemed to have understood the situation. He was already standing aside, watching all this in silence, trying to reduce his anxiety as much as possible.
sense of presence
It's just that although Yi'er didn't look at him at this time, she would never ignore him.
"Poison?" Yi'er said as if he had a sudden realization: "You mean it's in the meals you bring to your room every day? Or you mean it's in the water that's delivered to your room every time? Or you mean it's in the incense? Or maybe it's in the water?
The poisonous gas emanating from your furniture? Or the poison that appears on the maids and servants who inadvertently appear around us? Or the poison emanating from the candlelight?"
"No, it's impossible, it's impossible, how do you know?" The flower owner looked pale and stared at Yi'er, as if he had seen a ghost.
Yi'er sneered and looked at the flower owner and the two Martial Saints who were already dead-faced: "Why, that person didn't tell you that he had already used poison on us?"
This time, not only the flower owner, but also Shang Jiuyi's face turned pale and almost gray.
Yi'er's eyes finally glanced at Shang Jiuyi, "Are you from the Feng family?"
Shang Jiuyi's face finally showed a look of coldness and death. He looked at Yi'er and opened his mouth, but unfortunately no sound came out.
However, Yi'er had already decided that his answer was not needed at all: "I am very curious, what is the hatred between the Feng family and the Zi family?"