"It's all said to be the essence, you medicine man can't help but choke." The corners of her lips hooked evilly, "Do you feel it, Sect Master, Lord Martyr?" ”

There is a bit of 'concern' in her elegant and beautiful voice, but her eyes are full of schadenfreude.

The smoke inhaled into his nose choked into his lungs, and gradually there was a tendency to spicy all over his body, and he hurriedly used his internal strength to force out the smoke.

"It's useless. As soon as the smoke touches the pores inside your nostrils, the effect of the medicine kicks in. She kindly reminded, "The prince doesn't have to waste his internal strength." ”

The choking sensation made him want to sneeze, and his self-esteem did not allow him to make such a gaffe in front of her, so he had to endure it, and the more he endured it, the more he felt spicy, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

His unusually handsome right cheek was originally too white, and the spicy sensation was so hot that it actually swelled his handsome face red.

"Tut-tut...... she seemed to see something new, "Is the prince actually blushing?" Who is so bold that even the prince dares to flirt? The prince is really, being molested, a big man is still blushing, you are not a young man, can you learn to be a girl? ”

"......" is so choking. He glared at her coldly, his bloody eyes like he was about to burst into flames.

The evil eyes are cold, and the anger of the fire is really evil and cold, and the ice and fire are two heavens.

"You don't have to stare at me." She innocently spread her white little hands, "I didn't do anything bad to lose my conscience, at most I just made you miserable." However, I'm a very kind person. I can't kill you if I poison you a few times, so I'll just let you go. ”

Shui Lingling's eyes are clear and clear, his eyes are pure, and his harmless appearance looks really kind.

He endured it desperately, and through his anger, he wanted to suppress the choking sensation.

"The Sect Master is so choked that he can't speak?" She looked at him as if she was looking at an injured little animal, full of sympathy, "It's so pitiful, why did you get hit again?" ”

Knowing that he hated sympathy the most, she poured oil on his head. I don't know if he was angry or annoyed, the choking feeling made him unbearable, and suddenly, his whole body was sweating.

No matter how much sweat he sweats, his physique is cold.

The sweat on his body is cold and has no temperature, which is different from the hot sweat of ordinary people.

Again and again, he felt that he was an outlier, a parent was not tolerated, a brother and sister were not allowed, the world was not tolerated, and even the Half Moon Sect that he founded with his own hands, and even his valued disciples were apostatized, and he was not allowed to do so!

There is no one in the world who can tolerate him.

Everyone wants to kill him, the evil demon.

She is the only one who never cares about the world's eyes and never regards him as an outlier.

Although, she had poisoned him and even stabbed him with a dagger.

But she never hurt his life.

Even if his internal strength is much higher than hers, it is not without a chance to take his life with her magical poisoning technique.

In other words, she had no intention of asking for his life.

Looking at the rich sympathetic charm in her eyes, the expression of her originally indifferent face was rich and lovely.

Lovely?

Yes, now she is a little naughty, playful and coquettish.

She said that she was the same kind of person as him.

Well, people like them have no sympathy. In other words, she deliberately feigned sympathy to anger him. Thinking like this, instead of getting angry, he curled the corners of his lips.

Looking at the smile on his lips, although the arc of the smile was shallow and the evil spirit was inexplicable, it carried a kind of uninterrupted pleasure.