Jingying's eyes became colder and colder, she turned her head suddenly, glared at Ling Luo fiercely, and angrily shouted: "You are such a vicious woman, how dare you attack my sister!"
"Vicious?" Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, her long eyelashes twitched slightly, and her eyes were full of mockery, "Miss Jing, it was you who attacked me first. Who is more vicious? Do you need me to say more?"
She was just defending herself.
Jingying's face became darker and darker, and she said angrily: "Sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued, how can a person like you be worthy of our young master!"
Ling Luo's eyes darkened, and like lightning, she stepped forward, quickly grabbed Jingying's chin, squeezed hard, and popped a pill directly into her mouth, and then slapped her hard.
Back, and finally quickly retreated three steps away.
And all this happens in the blink of an eye.
People whose cultivation level is below that of a martial artist cannot clearly see Ling Luo's movements.
Jingying was shocked. She was fed something and she had no power to fight back!
She looked at Ling Luo in disbelief, covered her neck, her voice became hoarse, and asked: "What did you give me to eat?"
"Poison." The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at the other person calmly, "You are too noisy, and your mouth is too smelly. This poison will make you unable to speak for seven days."
"You..." Jingying's mouth moved desperately, as if she was trying to speak, but unfortunately, she could no longer speak.
Seeing the two sisters looking anxious and angry, Ling Luo was in a good mood.
Poison causes muteness, poisonous needles cause blindness.
"There is a saying that those who do evil will be punished by death." Ling Luo stepped forward, stretched out a finger, and touched the acupuncture points of the sisters, then took out a celadon bottle from their bodies and placed it on the tip of their noses.
Sniffed.
"When you two coerced others and poisoned them, you probably couldn't have imagined that you would soon be treated the same way."
With that said, Ling Luo walked up to Ling Yue, threw the celadon bottle to her, and said: "There is a blood line on your neck. The poison is called a line of red. This is the antidote."
Ling Yue took the antidote from Ling Luo's hand in a daze, looked at the bottle with complicated eyes, and hesitated whether she should take it or not.
She has a grudge against Ling Luo, is she trying to harm herself?
"Why should I believe that this is the antidote?" Ling Yue's almond-shaped eyes were full of doubts.
Ling Luo shrugged and said nonchalantly: "You can choose not to eat it, and after seven days, the red lines will spread to the roots of your ears, and your whole body will fester and die."
Ling Yue's face became heavy, she poured out a reddish-brown pill from the celadon bottle, looked at it intently, and her palms trembled involuntarily.
Forget it, let’s eat.
If you eat it, you still have a chance of survival. If you don't eat it, you will die.
Ling Yue closed her eyes, and as if she was looking forward to death, she suddenly threw the reddish-brown pill into her mouth and swallowed it.
In an instant, she felt that the discomfort in her body disappeared.
She quickly took out a small bronze mirror from her body, looked at the side of her neck, and found that the red line had completely disappeared.
The antidote is actually real?!
Ling Yue was very shocked and her mood was extremely complicated.
"Why?" Ling Yue didn't understand. Didn't she hate herself the most?
Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly and her voice became clearer: "Because I hate you and you hate me. If you are held hostage and used by my enemies, it will be a great disadvantage for me."