After a long time, Qing Kuang, who was standing by the window, breathed out quietly,
"There is no antidote, but there is a bottle of poison. If he is not afraid of death, just drink it and try it!"
Qingkuang muttered slowly.
Nangong Jinsheng and Mu Liufeng looked at each other, a little confused, and hurriedly came forward and said:
"poison?"[
"The blood of the Blood Demon Lord! The most deadly and life-threatening antidote in the world is to fight poison with poison!"
Nangong Jinsheng and Mu Liufeng looked at each other nervously again. Soon, they both knew that in this barren mountain and wilderness, they had to save Ao Junxie's life without delay, no matter how dangerous the method was,
Only one try.
Qingkuang slowly took out a white pottery bottle from his arms and said quietly:
"Even if it is effective, the collision of two poisonous energies is no small matter. Whether he can withstand it depends on his luck!"
After that, he picked up the white pottery bottle and walked towards Ao Junxie beside the bed.
Behind him, Nangong Jinsheng, Mu Liufeng, Duanmu Xiu, and Xiaobao all followed Qing Kuang nervously and curiously.
Qing Kuang raised the dying Ao Junxie with one hand and opened the bottle with the other hand. Suddenly, a smell of fishy evil blood filled the air, which was frightening to hear.
Ao Junxie only closed his mouth tightly, as if unwilling to take it, he smiled bitterly and said:
"Is it possible that I, Ao Junxie, still rely on the blood of these monsters that I regard as dirt to survive?"
"Don't appreciate it? Do you like to drink?"
Qing Kuang waved his hand and the pottery bottle in his hand flew to the ground. Everyone was shocked and stretched out their hands to take it nervously. Finally, Xiaobao, who was short in stature, took it in his hand and handed it to Mu Liufeng again.
Mu Liufeng broke into cold sweat and kept muttering:
"Fortunately, fortunately!"
When everyone saw Qing Kuang behaving like this with their own eyes, they couldn't help but be secretly shocked. This time, even Ao Junxie was dumbfounded.
"Madam...are you too heartless? You really threw it away!"
"If not, what do you think?" Qing Kuang, who had his back turned to Ao Junxie, said coldly.
Ao Junxie was discouraged. His arrogance just now was gone. He sighed and said:
"Since it's Madam's kindness... I'll just accept it! Just accept it! That's all right!"
So he stood up, grabbed the white pottery bottle from Mu Liufeng's hand, raised his neck, and swallowed it all.[
Suddenly, bursts of black mist continued to rise from the top of his head, and hot beads of sweat rained down. Aojunxie's face showed a look of extreme pain. He had no choice but to force his luck to resist. A look of nervousness appeared on his face.
This painful suffering lasted for as long as a stick of incense, and finally the black fog gradually faded until it dispersed. The expression on Ao Junxie's face gradually became calmer, and finally calmed down completely, as if the nightmare had passed.
Mu Liufeng, Nangong Jinsheng, and Duanmu Xiu all let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from their foreheads. Turning around, they saw that Qing Kuang had only turned his back to Ao Junxie.
, without saying a word.
"Thanks to Prince Ao's good fortune, this dead horse was treated like a living horse and finally cured!" Mu Liufeng said happily.
Duanmu Xiu walked up behind Qing Kuang and said softly:
"Qingkuang, you are so heartless! Prince Ao has fought for you through life and death, why did you just not look at him?"