The auctioneer took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his black coat and kept wiping the sweat drops from his forehead, repeating this thing to make his heart less nervous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His legs were trembling, and compared to the elegance just now, it was like two people.

"Tell me what you know." Zi Nian's tone was unquestionable, and he didn't care whether he looked like a scholar or not.

"Thirty years ago, I saw this kind of poison once, also in the gladiatorial arena, a son took a picture of the trophy, and when he was about to observe, this fog needle poison was released from the trophy, and the boy did not survive until dawn the next day." The auctioneer said with a shudder.

Everything seems to be a replay of the scene from 30 years ago.

"I can't find out who poisoned it, and no one knows the antidote method, the poisonous wine is in the spoils of war, and the god doesn't know it, and the son is also a rich man, and he tried his best to save his life, and I was implicated in this matter, and I squatted in prison for 20 years, and under the activities of many parties, I barely saved my life, and this smell is definitely the same poison." The auctioneer trembled, afraid that he would be implicated again this time. Football tycoon

I still remember everything back then......

The poisoner had never been seen in the open, and no one knew about it. This incident was once a sensation, and it was announced to the public that it was a violent death, but it was actually poisoning......

The auctioneer is that party.

Zi Nian thought in his heart, since someone gave the same poison thirty years ago, then this person must be not young, maybe he should go to the Lan family to find it.

Auntie, will you be able to survive until that time? You must not stay up, you must hold on, because I will not allow you to die!

None of the white elephants and water dragons in the Beast Language Ring had the heart to laugh anymore, they could feel Zi Nian's heartbreak, and the entire Beast Language Ring was cold, no longer as warm as when he was in a good mood.

The Purple Year picks up the setting moon.

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"Where are you going?" The son of the Lan family asked worriedly.

"Find an antidote." Zi Nian replied simply.

"Go to the Lan family, your master can be better taken care of there." The son of the Lan family said.

Miss Lan also agreed.

This is also the meaning of the Purple Year.

For Zi Nian, the son and the young lady of the Lan family, the gladiatorial fight is meaningless, and the young lady of the Lan family leaves the maid and asks her to buy all the loot in the back, and she can't miss one. It doesn't matter how much it costs.

Zi Nian noticed this detail, it seems that she is really obsessed with loot, maybe this is a deliberate act to show him, or is it a more perfect way to hide it if she is obsessed with nature?

And the son of the Lan family, who wants Luoyue to live in the Lan Mansion, may be guilty, or maybe he has other plans. Mucuna outfits

If you can't find an antidote, you can only start from the enemy and lure the other party out, from darkness to light.

Along the way, Zi Nian hugged Luoyue tightly, her forehead resting on his shoulder, and he didn't let anyone touch her.

In this journey, only Zinian himself.

"It's really a lover of master and servant, and the master is in trouble, and he has reached the point of death, and the slave is still so heartfelt, it's really lucky. Presumably, the master must have been very good to him during his lifetime. The groom muttered as he hurried to catch the car, he had already recognized the falling moon as a dead man, and expected that he would not be able to return to the sky, and if he was blocked, he would definitely bet on his death.

Hurrying up, the carriage stopped at the door of Lan's house.

Zi Nian had no intention of admiring the carved beams and paintings here, magnificent and magnificent, but carefully held the falling moon and carefully observed everyone in the Lan family, from the next person to the maid.

Every path, every pavilion, the purple year is not spared.