Jing Jiaren could hear sounds again, although her ears were not used to it.
"Master..."
There was a servant's voice calling from behind.
Jing Jiaren was startled, raised her head, and saw Ximen Longting walking over.
His face was extremely tired, his eyes were a little dark, and Jing Jiaren was completely absent from his eyes. He seemed to be unable to see anyone, so he walked straight over...
All the servants voluntarily moved out of the way, including Wilson.
I saw Ximen Longting walking forward with empty eyes.
Tick tock, tick tock...
There was blood dripping on the floor, and a bloody smell spread.
Wilson saw with sharp eyes that Ximen Longting's fist was injured: "Master, you are injured."
Jing Jiaren frowned, Ximen Longting would not be injured for no reason.
In his territory, no one can hit him unless he hurts himself.
Why did he suddenly hurt himself?
Jing Jiaren immediately winked: "Why are you still standing there? Go and treat his injuries quickly."
Several doctors did not dare to approach rashly, and even Wilson only dared to follow Ximen Longting at a distance.
The aura emanating from him was so terrifying.
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip and walked over quickly: "Ximen Longting..."
He seemed to be the deaf one and couldn't hear her voice.
Wilson answered the phone, probably asking the bodyguard what had just happened to Ximen Longting.
"Ximen Longting, what happened?" Jing Jiaren grabbed his arm, but as soon as his fingers touched her, he quickly grabbed his neck.
Jing Jiaren's neck felt breathless for a while, and her face turned pale.
After he saw clearly that it was her, he suddenly let go of his hand.
Jing Jiaren gasped: "Ximen Longting!"
"Get out of here -" he pointed his bloody hand at the people looking at him, "get out of here."
"..."
"If you don't get out, you'll die!" He grabbed a porcelain toy and threw it forward.
The servants screamed and ran away, and immediately dispersed. Even the doctor did not dare to stay.
When Wilson heard the news from over there, his eyes widened with shock.
Ximen Longting staggered forward, Jing Jiaren had never seen him like this before.
Although she didn't know what happened, she had a bad feeling in her heart...
The poison was injected into Leng Lintian yesterday, but Xiaoyi has not revealed the antigen yet.
Did the worst outcome she had expected really happen?
"I'll go up and see him. I'll comfort him first. You ask the doctor to prepare the medicine." Jing Jiaren ordered Wilson and was about to follow him.
"Miss Jing..." Wilson stopped her, "Don't disturb the young master at this time, let him be quiet."
"..."
"Do you know the reason why the young master suddenly became angry?"
Jing Jiaren's figure was stiff: "I probably guessed it."
Wilson's rigid face was one of sadness.
"Xiaoyi has no antigens, right?" Jing Jiaren smiled and turned back, "There is no antidote, right?"
Wilson said nothing.
"I have already guessed this result... Back in Leng Zhai, she said that there is only poison and no antidote." Although Jing Jiaren didn't believe Xiaoyi's words that much, she didn't believe it at all.
"Yesterday... the young master injected drugs into Young Master Leng. He had an attack on the spot and was in great pain."
"Um."
"Xiaoyi saw Master Leng's virus attack with his own eyes, and confessed that she didn't have the antidote in her hand. The drug was made by Master Leng, and only he could concoct the antigen."