Xuanyuan Po stepped forward and brought her handsome face in front of her again, let her identify it carefully, and looked at Xiyan charmingly and said, "It's like a fake!" He exhaled a faint aroma of tea, which was very sultry.

Xiyan was slightly stunned for a moment, immediately sobered up, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to give him a heartwarming kick, and said, "Get out, lewd thief!" ”

But the difference in strength between the two is really huge, and this kick only made Xuanyuan Po frown slightly. He grabbed Xiyan's feet, and his cold fingers touched Xiyan's ankles, and a burst of numbness came and Xiyan shouted: "Ah! Let go of me, my aunt is the princess of Qin, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog. ”

Xiyan had never played the banner of Qin Wangfu outside in the past, and she had used it twice after encountering this Xuanyuan Po, she had never been so afraid, thinking that this person was sent by God to punish her for "mercenary" in the past?

"It's over, it's over, it's over, I will definitely be destroyed by this lewd thief today." Xiyan thought desperately.

But I heard Xuanyuan Po let go of her feet and said lightly: "Get dressed, follow me." "The man is out of the house.

Xiyan saw a set of pink light sara skirts on the brocade, so she put on her clothes with lightning speed. It's just that this dress is really flashy, the sleeves are large, the skirt is extremely long, and it is supported by a large section behind him. Xiyan couldn't take care of it, so she tore off a piece and went out, lest the demon come to her trouble again.

Xuanyuan Po stood with his back to the door, heard Xiyan come out, glanced at Xiyan's skirt and was noncommittal, and strode away. Xi Yan followed obediently behind him like an obedient kitten.

The two walked to a remote courtyard, and the sound of wolves howling and ghosts could be heard inside. Xuanyuan Po pushed the door without hesitation, and Xiyan had to go in with a numb scalp and procrastinate.

"Is there a cure for this poison?" Regulus asked.

Xiyan saw that there were two people lying on the bed, and the skin on their bodies was ulcerated, which should be caused by poisoning, so she knew that it was for her to detoxify, and she was slightly relieved. She thought to herself: "Demons are demons, and it's so polite to ask someone to do something." ”

She stepped forward to examine the two of them carefully and said to Xuanyuan Po: "Dagger, silver needle, water, stove, towel, and dung." ”

The first few things can be understood, and the last one makes Xuanyuan Po very surprised: "What is it?" ”

"Dung! Convenient! Need me to elaborate? Xi Yan looked at him as if he was a murderer a moment ago, but now he was so hypocritical, and he laughed secretly in his heart.

"Not necessarily." Xuanyuan Po made a color to Meng Qi, and Meng Qi went to arrange it.

Xiyan rolled up his sleeves and scraped off the skin of the two of them with a dagger, and then took a silver needle and dipped it in a slight fire, only to see that the silver needle was purple, and a pungent blue smoke came out.

She pinched her nose and glanced at the feces in the white-glazed porcelain jar, and sighed in her heart that no matter how precious the porcelain was, this feces was always dung, and it could not be turned into a jade liquid. She pointed at Xuanyuan Po, and when she saw Xuanyuan Po looking at her with horizontal eyebrows and raised eyes, she immediately laughed spinelessly, moved her finger to Meng Xiao behind her, and said, "Feed the two of them." ”

Meng Qi pointed at himself in despair: "Me? ”

"Or else? Do you want your prince to do it himself? ”

"I ......" Meng Qiao glanced at Xuanyuan Po, sighed heavily, and went to hold the white-glazed porcelain vase as if he were dead.

A moment after the two of them took it, they vomited incessantly, spitting out a large push of flesh worms the size of their little fingers, which were still alive and writhing. When it was too late, Xiyan picked up two pieces of charcoal and threw them in, and the meat worms made a "snort" sound and a strong stench before turning into ashes.