At this time, he didn't look like a little witch, but like a little girl who had just grown up next door.

"Can it hurt you, you can look at your nephew Wu Zhenyuan. Manshu blinked with a pair of big eyes, and the eyes were flexible and lovely, no longer the silent Manshu before.

After speaking, Manshu's pure gaze fell on Wu Zhenyuan, who was tired of cowering behind Yasuo Miyamoto.

After Wei Wanqing threw Wu Zhenyuan and Li Huyi down from the second floor before, Tu Tu only picked up Li Huyi, and Wu Zhenyuan smashed directly on the floor and was smashed, and he just recovered at this time.

Now that he found Manshu looking at him, Wu Zhenyuan was horrified. Manshu, a petite girl, in his eyes, is a little witch who urges her life, not a charming goblin.

His hunch was not wrong, and soon after Manshu's pure, slightly seductive gaze came, he felt a throbbing pain in his internal organs, and then, the veins in his hands began to blacken, starting from his fingertips, like cobwebs, and spreading inch by inch towards his arms.

"Manshu, what have you done to me?" Wu Zhenyuan was the only one in the hall who shouted, and the eyes of the others were focused on Wu Zhenyuan, observing the amazing changes in Wu Zhenyuan's body.

Wu Zhenyuan's angry shout had no intimidating effect on Manshu, it only caused Manshu to smile knowingly, and the cold-blooded nature of the little witch was revealed.

Under the dome, Wu Kunlun, Wu Kunxu, Wu Zhenhua and others watched the changes in Wu Zhenyuan's body in disbelief, and as time passed by second by second, the "spider web" had passed through Wu Zhenyuan's body, spread to his neck, and crawled onto Wu Zhenyuan's face. After the cobweb, black blood spilled from the original wound.

Of course, the cobwebs not only spread on the body, but also invaded downward, and the wound of the broken leg that had been suppressed by Wu Zhenyuan with his vitality collapsed again, and black blood flowed out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the dome, Tao Jiacheng, Tao Jiaxing, Xu Heming, Peng Bingqiang, Wu Zhenhua, Wu Kunxu and others were terrified, not because they were afraid of Manshu's poison, but because they were instinctively uncomfortable when they saw Wu Zhenyuan's tragic situation.

As for Wu Kunlun, at this time, his eyes were split. Even if Wu Zhenyuan is not as important as Gu Wu in his heart, he is his son after all.

"Manshu, what did you do?" Wu Kunlun asked Manshu angrily, and the icy cold vitality rushed to Manshu under the hall, and the cold current surged. At this time, his voice was like a bell, driven by the cold current, which became more and more terrifying.

Qin Munan's brows furrowed slightly, and the killing aura surged towards Manshu in a dark loli costume at the same time, protecting her in the killing qi. Wu Kunlun's terrifying cold current, sound, and killing aura were all absorbed, disintegrated, and dissipated silently.

At the same time, Qin Munan stretched out his hand, and Manshu's petite waist was in Qin Munan's hands, and he returned to a corner of the hall from the center of the hall.

Manshu is very petite, not fully developed, his waist is very thin, and he is very light, so Qin Munan can hold it in one hand.

"Manshu, what kind of poison did you have?" After Manshu returned to the corner of the hall, Wu Kunlun's gaze followed.

After Qin Munan let go, Manshu was not in a hurry to answer Wu Kunlun's words, but first gathered the Lori skirt, but bypassed Wei Wanqing, next to Wei Wanqing, and sat on the other side of the bench.

After sitting down, he raised his pure big eyes and looked at Wu Kunlun, who was standing angrily in the air: "I didn't give the poison, I sprinkled some flowers at most, which accelerated the onset of the drug, don't ask me." ”

Manshu's eyes are full of the innocence of the girl next door, and she is no longer the little witch who exuded the smell of hell before.

"Sister, tell him, what kind of poison are you in?" Manshu hugged Wei Wanqing's waist, tired of Wei Wanqing, and didn't care about the occasion at all.

"Didn't you say that? That's what you call dart frog poison. Wei Wanqing put her arms around Manshu's narrow shoulders, and her hands fiddled with Manshu's long ponytail as usual.

"What kind of arrow frog?"

"Of course, it is the red-skinned arrow frog from South America, with red skin, and the South American arrow frog, which has no natural predators in the primeval forests of Colombia, and it is said that one gram of its venom can take down a person. Wei Wanqing seemed to be chatting with Manshu about her daily life, and Wu Kunxu, who was not looking down angrily in mid-air, paused for a moment, but instead reminded Manshu: "A few of your hairs are forked." ”

"Sister, you can help me cut it off. Manshu lowered his head and leaned against Wei Wanqing's softness.

"Okay. It should be a problem with the shampoo, it's time for you to change the brand. Wei Wanqing said, Ren Manshu leaned on, picked up a strand of forked hair, and cut it off neatly.

"When did you get poisoned? You have to learn too. Manshu's head was buried in Wei Wanqing's softness, and the urn asked angrily.

"You're knowingly asking. Did I step on Wu Zhenyuan just now? Did the heel leave a few holes in Wu Zhenyuan's leg? Wei Wanqing said slowly, speaking slowly, almost compared to a sloth.

Grinding, Wei Wanqing did it on purpose, Manshu had a showdown in advance, and she still wanted to delay some time for Qin Munan. However, this grind, Wei Wanqing seems to be chatting with Manshu about women's daily life, which makes people wake up to the fact that Manshu is just a little apprentice of the poisonous widow, just a little witch, and Wei Wanqing is the first disciple of Tu Tu, a big witch.

The only person who can talk about poison so daily is Wei Wanqing, the Phoenix Empress.

It is easy to say, and it is cold to listen to it.

On the third floor, Wu Kunxu looked at his chest, where there was a hole left by Wei Wanqing's high heels before, although the hole was small, it made his back cold and his forehead sweaty.

Wei Wanqing said that her red heel stepped on Wu Zhenyuan and left a hole in her leg, so Wu Zhenyuan was poisoned, so what about him Wu Kunxu?

I'm afraid that I can't be spared, right? Such a vicious woman, she really can't prevent Nanling Xiaomei Niang. Thanks to his smart life, he is known as the Wu family's phoenix, but he was folded under Wei Wanqing's red-soled high heels.

A woman who is so yin will yin him quietly.

There is no life-and-death struggle, no blood-stained hands, in a silent place, gracefully taking people's lives.

In Nanling, before, he had always been the only one Wu Kun who was calculating, but tonight, he was calculated by a woman.

At this moment, Wu Kunxu's mood was very complicated, and his big almond eyes narrowed and narrowed, squinted and opened, and so on. Unwillingness, anger, fear, shock, thousands of emotions surged.

In the midst of thousands of emotions, his hand pressing on the fence was also like Wu Zhenyuan in the hall, and every capillary gradually became dark. Wu Kunxu was short of breath, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and turned on the selfie. In the gray light of Wu Kunlun's icy vitality, he saw his face crawling with black lines.

The mobile phone fell to the third floor, and Wu Kunxu's eyes suddenly turned to Wei Wanqing, his eyes staring at the charming woman sitting under the hall, gritting his teeth.

After a breath, the teeth of the clenched teeth were loosened again, and Wu Kun's vague gaze became unwilling, and the red-bottomed high heels gathered under Wei Wanqing's slender long legs.

The red bottom is high, the shoe root is slender, stained with a touch of residual blood, and the sole is the same color, divided into bright red.