Jiuyou looked at the figure of the crescent moon disappearing at the door of the kitchen, raised his eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "She is an interesting person." ”

Hurricane slapped him: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and talk about things." His palm wind picked up some dust in the house, and finally quietly landed at the kitchen door, making it impossible to detect.

"Do you think it's Yun Xinhua?" Zhu Linghou, who had kept all the way, spoke, his face was really not good-looking.

Jiuyou nodded: "Yes, I suspect her, if she uses herb-like poison, it can't hide it from my eyes, I won't know that it's poisonous, and let Wushuang sit over." Therefore, it can only be the poison of the spirit beast. Although quite a few people in the academy have such poison, ...... I'm more inclined to be suspicious of her. ”

Yun Xinhua has no frost anymore, not once or twice.

When he found out that Wushuang was poisoned, he subconsciously went to see Yun Xinhua, although Yun Xinhua was very quick to hide it, he still saw a touch of pride in her eyes, and regret that she did not achieve her goal.

Even if she didn't do it, she was afraid that she knew about it.

"However, this is thanks to her, if Wushuang hadn't been injured at that time, she and Asen wouldn't have fallen, and then the thunder blow should have made them feel better. At that time, after bandaging the wound for Wushuang, he went to check Asen's back, and at that time, Asen's entire back was burned black, his clothes and flesh were stained together, and he couldn't tell each other, and he just wiped it.

However, the wooden man was really a piece of wood, and he was so badly injured that he didn't even cry out in pain.

"The poison is the dust of the black-winged butterfly. Zhu Linghou's face was terrifying: "I really don't know that there are people in the academy besides me who have such poison." "The black-winged butterfly is also a spirit beast that exists in the legend, he met it by chance, when the black-winged butterfly and other spirit beasts fought a lose-lose fight, he used various methods, but he also failed to cure the black-winged butterfly, and finally collected its dust before the black-winged butterfly died.

The dust of the black-winged butterfly is extremely rare, and it can only be collected while still alive, and it also requires the cooperation of the black-winged butterfly. If he hadn't really invested in saving the black-winged butterfly, the black-winged butterfly wouldn't have allowed him to collect its dust in the end.

In other words, there weren't many people in the world who could collect the dust of the black-winged butterfly like him, and there were only two or three of them, but did they have the same good fortune and good intentions as they did?

However, the dust was too poisonous and too ruthless, and he had never used it in the space.

After seeing Wushuang's injury, he subconsciously checked his space, and the bag of dust was still there, otherwise he really wondered if he was sleepwalking and running to poison.

"Ah......" Wushuang was stunned, the relevant information of the black-winged butterfly was recorded in the notebooks given to her by the teacher, and naturally she knew that the teacher had met such one.

Jiuyou also twisted his eyebrows: "Black-winged butterfly?

He'd also heard about the dust of black-winged butterflies and knew how rare it was.

"You can't be wrong. Zhu Linghou said: "At first, I didn't find out, when the Chinese pharmacist applied the medicine to her, I saw that her dirty blood had a little black luster in the sun, so I became suspicious. However, he knew that if he was hit by the dust, there was not much difference between detoxification one day earlier and one day later, so he chose not to say anything under the situation at that time. Otherwise, those people will definitely bite back, thinking that they are thieves and shouting to catch thieves, and deduct the injured Wushuang for another crime.

He looked at Jiuyou: "By the way, don't hold on to it, take a pack of white spider silk and put it on the wound for her, just try it." ”

Jiuyou immediately did so. He removed the bandage from Frost-Free Legs, gently brushed the ointment aside with a small silver spoon, revealing the small, but bruised wound, and carefully covered it with a pack of snow-white spider silk, and in a few moments they both saw a drop of black beads rolling on the fiery red spider silk.

Jiuyou hurriedly took a bamboo tube and carefully collected the black beads.

After half an hour, no new beads appeared on the spider silk, and the bruises on the frost-free wound disappeared completely, and not even a trace was left.

Zhu Linghou stuffed the bamboo tube, took a clean flannel cloth and wrapped it, Jiuyou washed his hands in the basin brought by Asen, and carefully rewrapped his legs for Wushuang. Although it's good, it still needs to be done, don't say it, at least save the tongue of explaining to outsiders.

After making sure that there was no residual poison left in Wushuang's body, everyone cleaned up and returned to their respective positions at the table and sat down, the expression on their faces became more serious.

"Black-winged butterfly dust, where did it come from?" Jiuyou's face was not very good-looking, he believed that Yun Xinhua did not have the ability to control the black-winged butterfly.

Zhu Linghou couldn't answer, and he didn't have an answer in his heart.

Wushuang thought it through: "That person gave me this dust, it is very likely that he will feel it, and no one will recognize it as the poison of dust." If I'm okay in a few days, maybe he'll show his feet. ”

Is that so? People don't think so, but they can't think of a better explanation.

"Take a step, look at a step. Zhu Linghou sighed, listless.

"Teacher. Wushuang dragged him: "You tell me about the black-winged butterfly, I don't remember it very clearly in the notes at that time." She knew that this matter had become a knot in Zhu Linghou's heart, but she didn't want to look unhappy with this old man who was wholeheartedly good to her.

"I know more, so I'll be prepared for it later. Wushuang found another reason.

Zhu Linghou thought about it, too, he simply handed over his collection of black-winged butterfly dust to Wushuang: "You take it, maybe you can use it in the future." ”

Wushuang hesitated for a moment, but still took the dust and put it in her ring space to store it well, but she still said, "I hope it won't be used one day." ”

This thing can only be used against the most vicious people, and she naturally doesn't want to run into such evil people.

Zhu Linghou smiled and reached out to rub her hair. This little girl's nature is still too pure, and she doesn't even have the slightest intention of harming others. His eyes swept over the nine shades, but he was a little relieved, with their protection, it just made up for her shortcomings, and also made her clean and not selfish.

Jiuyou looked at this scene, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Yun Xinhua had been shouting all over the world before, saying that she was Zhu Linghou's disciple. If she hadn't lied, was it possible that she might have gotten the dust of the black-winged butterfly from Zhu Linghou?

This thought flashed through him, and he was quickly forgotten by Jiuyou.