Mo Yan's face turned pale, panic flashed in her eyes, and she hid aside...
"Bring out the antidote or disfigure me." Concubine Dong Xian said coldly.
The cool dagger was pressed against her face, and Mo Yan's eyes were full of panic and confusion.
I was about to succeed, but I didn't expect that something like this would happen...
hateful!
No, she can't admit defeat, she must marry her senior brother.
If she detoxifies those two women now, the senior brother will no longer be controlled by her, and her plan will completely fail this time.
Thinking of this, Mo Yan sneered and said coldly: "You'd better not touch me, otherwise, those two women will definitely die. The poison in those two women's bodies is what I have done in southern Xinjiang for more than 20 years."
After painstaking research, no matter how powerful my senior brother is, he will not be able to prepare an antidote for a month or two. Moreover, some medicinal materials are only available in the far southern Xinjiang. If you dare to touch a hair on my head, those two women
Don’t even think about getting the antidote.”
Concubine Dong Xian's eyes became colder and colder, and the cold eyes she looked at Mo Yan made Mo Yan's back feel cold.
"Then let's make a bet, do you care about your face?" Concubine Dong Xian said in a cold voice, "I'll say it again, hand over the antidote or be disfigured by me, choose one of the two, there is no third option."
"...Dream!" Mo Yan snorted coldly.
"Very good, it seems that Miss Mo will not shed tears until she sees the coffin." Concubine Dong Xian sneered, and then put the dagger on Mo Yan's face with a slight force...
Suddenly, Mo Yan felt a chill on her face, followed by a stinging pain...
"Ahhhhh!!!!" Mo Yan screamed, but because of her hand injury, she couldn't stop it.
"I just made a slight scratch. If you hand over the antidote now, we will end it. If the scar on your face is treated in time, it can be healed. However, if you insist on it, I don't know if the next blow will be enough."
If you miss it, the stroke will be heavier and you will be unable to recover.”
Seeing Mo Yan's scared look, Concubine Dong Xian felt a little more confident in her heart, but her face was still cold.
As she spoke, she pointed at Mo Yan's face with the dagger again.
"I'll give you, I'll give you the antidote formula." Mo Yan screamed.
"Here, bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Baili Wushang shouted.
The maid immediately brought pen, ink, paper and inkstones and sent them to Concubine Dong Xian.
Dong Dong picked up the pen for free, dipped it in ink, and then said: "You tell me, I'll write it."
Mo Yan spoke reluctantly and burst out a series of names of medicinal materials.
When Concubine Dong Xian lowered her head to write, a trace of resentment flashed in Mo Yan's eyes.
"Let me remind you, if you dare to speak nonsense, once we find out, I will cut off the flesh on your face piece by piece and completely disfigure you. Medicine and stone will have no effect." Concubine Dong Xian threatened darkly from the side.
Mo Yan raised her eyes and glanced at Concubine Dong Xian bitterly, then continued to give the name of the medicinal materials.
After writing the antidote formula for the poison used by Yun Jingchu and Ling Ruoxi, Concubine Dong Xian glanced at Wu Jiu, and then reminded: "There is also the antidote formula for the poison used by Mr. Wu. In addition, by the way, also write down the formula for the poison."
Come out so that we can judge whether you are talking nonsense."
Mo Yan gritted her teeth, but did not dare to say more, and continued to report the names of the medicinal materials.
Finally, Concubine Dong Xian wrote four pieces of paper, two for poison formulas and two for antidote formulas. Concubine Dong Xian took them and dried the ink on them before giving them to Wu Jiu.