Yan Wuhuan didn't pay attention to Zhu Kehao, only glanced slightly, and because of the excited shout just now, Zhu Kehao, whose breath was even more discontinuous, motioned to Gray Lin to make it clearer.

Gray Lin said: "Although there was news that Old Lady Yun was seriously ill and sought medical treatment came out earlier, but the subordinates and others saw that Miss Yun let them out, and mistakenly thought that Miss Yun had some arrangements. ”

Yan Wuhuan stopped slightly, and asked, "Do you know what the specific situation of Old Lady Yun is now?" ”

"Being unconscious is like falling asleep." Ash Lin made a mysterious appearance and continued: "The subordinates vaguely heard that it seemed that the poison in Old Lady Yun was called Jing What Dream Poison. ”

"It's the poison of meditation and dreams." Zhu Kehao over there answered.

Yan Wuhuan's eyes were slightly dark, in fact, the gray forest was deliberate just now, but the voice happened to be heard by Zhu Kehao, it was instructed by him. He was testing Zhu Kehao, testing whether he really knew, or if he was lying and threatening.

Yan Wuhuan walked back, looked at Zhu Kehao condescendingly, and said, "It seems that you really know." Say, what are the conditions. ”

"Let me go."

"Heh......" Yan Wuhuan chuckled, "So greedy for life and afraid of death? It doesn't seem to fit Lord Zhu's temperament. ”

"You don't understand, sometimes it's more painful to die than to live." When Zhu Kehao said this, a real flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

After a pause, Zhu Kehao gasped and continued: "The poison in Yunmaofeng is a strange poison in the world, and it is too late to detoxify, but it is no different from the living dead, you better think clearly." ”

How important Yun Maofeng is to Yun Xiangying, Yan Wuhuan can consciously understand something. It was precisely because of this understanding that he stopped here at this time and was coerced by Zhu Kehao, otherwise Zhu Kehao would have died eight hundred times.

At this time, hearing Zhu Kehao's words, Yan Wuhuan did not hesitate at all, nodded and said, "Okay!" Your conditions, I agreed. You take out the antidote, and I'll let you go immediately. ”

Zhu Kehao was slightly excited, and then said weakly: "There is no antidote to the poison of Jingwu dreaming. ”

"No cure? There is no antidote, and you still negotiate conditions with the seventh master! When Gray Lin heard this, he immediately became angry, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed Zhu Kehao's collar, and lifted her up.

glaring at Zhu Kehao viciously, Gray Lin said gloomily: "Do you think that this is all our means? It's just that I don't want to kill you, so I can relax you for these moments. Believe me, once those methods are used, no matter how hard the bones are, they will regret not being at the beginning. ”

Zhu Kehao was carried by him, and immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his breath was even weaker, but he tried to keep his eyes open and refused to let himself faint.

He knew that as long as he fainted, it would be all over!

Not only will he die here, but his wife, young sons, parents and parents, and even their entire family surnamed Zhu will all be finished!

In order not to be the sinner who destroyed his family and his family, he had to go back alive no matter what!

Zhu Kehao opened his mouth hard, wanting to speak.

Yan Wuhuan raised his hand slightly, and Gray Lin snorted coldly at Zhu Kehao and put him down.

"I don't have a lot of patience, you better make it clear, or you'll be sending out a corpse by then." Yan Wuhuan's voice was extremely cold, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed in an instant.

Zhu Kehao's performance just now made him guess something.

At this moment, he was in a very bad mood, and there was a bloodthirsty urge to kill, flowing through his limbs!

Zhu Kehao took a breath, and then said in a low voice: "Jingwu Dream Poison can be said to have no antidote, but it can also be said that there is an antidote. Because to unravel this poison, it is only necessary to detoxify the detoxification pill made of a strange flower. But the peculiarity of the Meditation Dream Poison lies in its changes, the temperature at that time, whether it was poisoned by water or other things, what drugs were taken afterwards, all of which would cause the poison to change. ”

"What's the use of that!" Gray Lin's tone was very annoyed. He could detect the change in the momentum of the Seventh Master, and while he was secretly frightened, he was also worried, so he naturally couldn't calm down with Zhu Kehao.

"If the poisoned person takes the antidote pill made of strange flowers, the poison will be delayed, and he will not become a living dead."

And he knew what this strange flower was. That's his chips!

Zhu Kehao said it clearly, and the meaning was expressed very clearly, but the bloodthirsty aura on Yan Wuhuan's body became even thicker, so thick that the gray forest bit the tip of his tongue before suppressing the move of wanting to retreat.

After a long time, Yan Wuhuan opened his mouth and ordered: "Gray Forest, arrange the carriage and send Master Zhu back to his house." ”

Gray Lin didn't expect that Yan Wuhuan would be so easy, so he agreed to Zhu Kehao's conditions, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and was swept away by Yan Wuhuan's gaze, before he lowered his head and went to arrange the carriage.

Even Zhu Kehao didn't expect it to go so smoothly, so when he was sent back to his mansion, he was a little stunned when he looked at Yan Wuhuan who appeared out of nowhere.

"You can say it, Lord Zhu."

Zhu Kehao came back to his senses, but for some reason, there was a trace of fear in his heart, so his hand that had been pressed on the mechanism couldn't be pressed for a long time.

Obviously, as long as he pressed it lightly, the man in front of him, who was full of terror, along with his subordinates, would become his subordinates!

Obviously, as long as he pressed the mechanism, they could even die without a place to be buried!

However, at this moment, he just couldn't press on.

The corners of Yan Wuhuan's lips slowly hooked, revealing a smile that was extremely good-looking, but in Zhu Kehao's eyes, it was like the smile of a ghost in a gloomy ghost mansion.

"Master Zhu, as I said, my patience is not very good. I advise Master Zhu that between saying and pressing, you'd better make a smart choice. ”

Hearing this, Zhu Kehao immediately shuddered, and looked at Yan Wuhuan's eyes, which were unbelievable, and more fearful.

He actually knew that there was a mechanism here, and he knew that as long as he pressed his fingers lightly, the mechanism would be fired, but he was just standing there with such an awe-inspiring attitude, and the words he said were even scattered!

Under such momentum, Zhu Kehao hesitated after all, he slowly released his fingers on the mechanism, and said in a dry voice: "It's Yaoguang Snow Lotus." ”

Yan Wuhuan nodded, turned around and left.

After Yan Wuhuan and the others disappeared, Zhu Kehao's body suddenly collapsed there, and his whole body was already soaked with cold sweat.

Gray Lin was unwilling, although he was afraid of Yan Wuhuan's momentum, he still couldn't help but ask: "Seventh Master, did you really let him go like this?" ”

Yan Wuhuan didn't look back, only a voice came: "I only promised to let him go, but I didn't say that I wouldn't come to arrest him again." ”

Hearing this, Gray Lin's eyes suddenly lit up!

When Yan Wuhuan rushed to the Marquis of Wenyang's mansion, he saw a lot of manpower.

However, these people, Yan Wuhuan didn't look at them, and it only took a little more time than usual to come to Wanxiangju smoothly.

However, Wan Xiangju's manpower arrangement was obviously much denser, and Yan Wuhuan had to play some tricks to get to the door of Yun Xiangying's room.

It's just that when he was about to push open the door, there was suddenly a dark shadow in front of him.

Looking at the person standing in front of him, Yan Wuhuan slowly spit out two words: "Moyi." ”

He knew that after Mo Yi was very embarrassed, he chose to follow Yun Xiangying's side, and Yan Wuhuan didn't know it. also expected that they would meet again one day, but he didn't expect that Moyi would appear in front of him at this time, and in a blocking posture.

"Seventh Master." After seeing Yan Wuhuan, there was a trace of excitement in Mo Yi's eyes, and then he slowly calmed down.

"You're going to stop me?" Yan Wuhuan asked.

Mo Yi bowed his head slightly with a painful expression: "Mo Yi doesn't dare." ”

It's just that Mo Yi didn't dare to say it, but his body didn't let go, but took a step back slightly, and stuck his whole body against the door.

"Inkcoat."

Yan Wuhuan's voice was like that of a nether messenger. The bloodthirsty aura that he had managed to suppress before woke up again and rushed straight to the ink clothes!

Mo Yi couldn't help but turn pale, the injuries he had suffered were not good at all in such a short period of time. Even if there was the injury medicine given by Yun Xiangying, it only made him recover fifty percent, and at this time, he was pressed by Yan Wuhuan's momentum, and he suddenly couldn't stand it.

It's just that even if a trace of blood slowly creeps out from Moyi's lips, Moyi still stands there and refuses to let go.

Yan Wuhuan made a move like lightning, and pinched Moyi's throat with one hand, as long as he exerted a slight force, Moyi was afraid that he would die on the spot.

But Mo Yi didn't resist in the slightest, and let Yan Wuhuan pinch his throat.

"You're looking for death!" A trace of blood red began to emerge in Yan Wuhuan's eyes, and he exerted a slight force in his hand.

Mo Yi's pale face suddenly turned red, but he still didn't move, just said with difficulty: "Mo Yi is now the girl's subordinate." ”

No matter what purpose he came with at the beginning, now Moyi is the girl's subordinate, so he must be loyal to the girl.

However, Seventh Master, you are the master of Moyi's life, and if you want Moyi's life, Moyi will never resist.

In this way, ink clothes can also be regarded as ......

Just when Moyi's mind gradually began to withdraw from his body, the door behind him opened with a "snap"!

Immediately after that, a few silver needles quickly shot towards Yan Wuhuan's arm.

If it was an ordinary Yan Wuhuan, I am afraid that he would only avoid it, or wave his sleeves to put the silver needle in his hand, but at this time, Yan Wuhuan did not dodge at all, and let the silver needle pierce his arm, but he still refused to let go of his hand.

"Flame Wuhuan, let go!" Yun Xiangying stretched out his hand and put it on Yan Wuhuan's arm, and roared in a low voice.

This sound of Yan Wuhuan seemed to carry some special power, Yan Wuhuan only felt that the flame burning in his heart suddenly weakened, and as soon as his fingers were loosened, he let go of the ink clothes.

Moyi withered on the ground, escaping death.

Yun Xiangying checked the situation of the ink clothes, and saw that there were a few deep fingerprints left on his throat, and his eyes darkened.

Just took out a pill from his sleeve, and Yun Xiangying was about to stuff it into the mouth of the ink coat, but he heard Yan Wuhuan's voice behind him, with a little suppressed anger!