Moye just looked at her steadily, not too shocked.
After all, the other party can detoxify her, so it won't be easy to prove the conditions.
"It's not easy to kill him. The old man is very cautious." She knew this well.
Feng Wu raised his eyebrows at the change in attitude of the woman in front of him: "Aren't you curious? I thought you were one,"
The rest of the words were not spoken, and it felt a bit pampering.
"Why do you think I am an unreasonable woman? She always curses people and kills people." Mo Xie smiled.
But she didn't care what others thought. She had already received enough glares, and it wasn't worth bothering herself with everyone's thoughts.
Feng Wu nodded in agreement: "You have to say dirty words, otherwise your mouth will be dirty. If you swallow it, your heart will be dirty, don't you think?"
"Heh." Moye said as if he had discovered something new and strange: "You are quite interesting."
Then he looked up at the cloudless night sky and sighed: "I will try my best. I can detoxify the poison before I die, and I will die without regrets."
When Feng Wu heard what she said, he looked at her suspiciously: "I didn't ask you to kill someone. Naturally, the enemy will be happy if you kill him with your own hands."
"What?" Moye was determined to die when he heard her conditions.
Now tell her there is no need to kill anyone.
"Yeah? I just need an internal response. You take things too seriously. Maybe just think of me as a philanthropist." Feng Wu stood up, not planning to talk any more.
"Okay, from now on, my life, Moxie, will be yours." At this time, he had the boldness of a person in the world.
"Well, if that's the case, then help me take care of Prince Heshuo." He winked at her slyly.
The person was stunned: "What?"
Did she hear it right?
"It's just as you think, that man is mine." Feng Wu said this with a particularly domineering tone.
"But he,"
"No buts, he is the man I like." Feng Wu looked at her chapped expression and laughed.
"He's already married." Moye still didn't react.
Feng Wu tilted his head and his expression changed a thousand times: "But she is dead."
Mo Xie's expression was choked, and he didn't know what to say. He nodded blankly: "Okay, I understand."
"Well, I'm leaving first. After you eat this, he won't notice anything unusual. When he gives you the antidote, you can eat it as usual and nothing will happen."
Moye took the bottle in his hand and waited. When he looked up again, it had disappeared: "When I need to find you, I will show up naturally. Just pretend that nothing happened."
Moye took the bottle in his hand without any hesitation and swallowed it. He looked at the empty bottle in his hand with a look of disbelief on his face and murmured: "Am I really free?"
Suddenly he looked to the side with sharp eyes, hit him with a sword energy, and put the bottle back calmly: "Get out."
The figure of the general walked out from the side, his eyes still looking at her coldly, but with a hint of sadness: "Ah Xie."
"Shut up." Mo Xie looked at him with cold eyes and hatred.
Putting away the sword in his hand: "Shut up, you are not qualified to call me this name."
As she said this, she was about to leave, trying her best to hold back the killing intent in her heart, otherwise she would not be able to help but draw her sword and stab the man behind her in the heart.