"Haha......" Li Wuxian suddenly laughed, very proud: "Ion Xuan...... This is a gift specially prepared for you...... Red-backed flower juice, see blood to seal the throat ......"

Ion Xuan suddenly raised his hand and tore open the placket of Ziye's back, and on the delicate and fair skin, the placket of the wound skin turned significantly black.

But in the blink of an eye, her wound turned into something like this, and it was obvious that this toxin could indeed seal her throat with blood.

He jerked his head down, opened his mouth to suck on her wound, and sucked out a mouthful of black blood that spat on the ground.

Although Zi Ye was poisoned quickly, she also realized what he was doing, and her weak fingertips weakly grasped his arm, trying to push him away.

"No...... You will also ...... Poisoned ......"

Ion Xuan ignored her resistance and continued to hang his head, but before he could take a second sip, he was already violently pushed aside.

"The juice of the red-backed flower can be poisoned if it is stained on the skin, and if you smoke and poison like this, you will also be poisoned......"

Emotional turmoil, wrong to the president

Ling Yuhan let out a low voice, and her fingertips flipped the silver needle, piercing around her wound, removing the tip of the submerged arrow.

Zi Ye suddenly gasped, her body instantly stiffened, and she held Ion Xuan's hand with some spasms, her silver teeth clenched, and tears flowed down her eyes in the depths of her phoenix eyes, she wanted to speak, but she couldn't do anything.

This is a symptom of the toxin spreading to the heart, and if it continues like this, it won't be long before Zi Ye will die.

"No ......" In the depths of the ionic dark eyes, the murder was fully revealed, and the palm of the palm poured out spiritual power continuously, infiltrating Ziye's body.

It's just that his spiritual power seems to be useless as a hero, and he can't understand the toxins in her body at all.

"No...... Purple Night, you can't die, how dare you die without my permission? Ion Xuan roared in a low voice, and a faint mist-like spiritual power suddenly dispersed on his body.

Ling Yuhan's pupils trembled unconsciously, Ion Xuan was crazy, he actually wanted to inject internal force into Zi Ye's body to help her circulate and detoxify. The official road is delicate

This is such a practice, and for Purple Night, it only alleviates the time for the toxin to spread.

But for him, it was a fatal method.

Because if he continues like this, he will surely die of internal exhaustion.

The fingertips flipped over, and a silver needle appeared on his fingertips, quickly piercing the back of Ion Xuan's neck.

He had to stun him, or let him go on willfully, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just as his silver needle was about to pierce Ion Xuan's body, the layer of mist on his body instantly bloomed, almost blinding Ling Yuhan's eyes and causing his hand to fall into the air.

The mist was fleeting, but in front of Ling Yuhan, there was no longer half a figure.

The silver needle in his hand was still there, stiff and abrupt as it pierced into the air.

You say that love is not light and sad

Ion Xuan and Ziye disappeared in front of his eyes in such broad daylight.

He turned his head to look around him with a hellish look, and not only him, but everyone was stunned.

It was as if the two men had turned into mist and evaporated in an instant, and they disappeared without a trace.

"Smack......

The rattan that had lost its life fell to the ground in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it had withered.

It's like the departure of the purple night has also taken their lives.

……

Inside the Nine Star Tower.

Zi Ye lay flat on top of the holy spring, letting the holy spring water wash her wounds, and black blood slowly flowed down the holy spring water.

"Even if she can make the antidote to the juice of the red back flower, she doesn't have time......" Ion Xuan's eyes cracked, and her voice trembled.