Discretion

Two familiar words.

Gu Wu Venerable pressed his eyebrows, he had been too confused over the years. Use the strongest and strongest tobacco and alcohol to numb your spirit.

And W never revealed his real name.

Only eight words have been circulated!

The power is tilted in Kyushu, and my king is respectful!

"Master? What happened to you? ”

The Ancient Martial Venerable Lord suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest.

The memories in her mind were tangled, and no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't remember the origin of the name.

"Right, right?"

The Ancient Martial Venerable Lord stretched out his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and muttered, "It seems"

"Master, what does it seem like?" The disciple's heart lifted.

"She seems to have the surname Quan too"

The man who has been dead for seventeen years also has the surname Quan?!

Disciples and elders all stared at their lords intensely.

Looking at the woman frowning in pain.

She tried her best to remember, to think desperately, to recall everything about Quan Jin.

Finally!

There are eight words -

Break through the memory and smash into the memory of the Lord.

She endured the discomfort of her body, and her voice became weaker and weaker and more difficult to speak: "It seems to be a power tilt" Kyushu!

However—

This sentence is not finished yet!

"Poof!"

The Gu Martial Venerable Lord had a sweet throat and spit out a mouthful of blood violently.

She seemed to be in great pain and discomfort, reaching out and clutching the clothes on her chest vigorously, her face so pale that it was frightening.

"I want to see her so much, Kwon"

"Bang!"

Those eight words, the Lord did not say after all.

In the widening pupils of the disciples and elders, the woman who could smoke a cigarette and smile charmingly suddenly fell straight back.

The sound is crisp.

With a subtle smell of blood.

The whole hall was silent.

"Master!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the Ancient Martial Venerable suddenly faint and fall to the ground, the disciple cried out in horror.

The Medicine Elder reacted first.

Hurriedly rushed up, pulled the hand of the Ancient Martial Venerable Lord, and pressed his index finger on the veins of the Venerable Lord.

Bang

Bang

Elder Yao trembled and felt the pulse of the Ancient Martial Venerable Lord.

Ten seconds passed

Half a minute

Everyone in the main hall stared at Elder Yao's face, watching his face become more and more solemn, from initial worry to shock.

"How?"

"Elder Yao, why did the master suddenly vomit blood and faint?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Wow –

Elder Yao looked up in fear.

His eyes widened slightly, his lips trembled and he said one word: "poison"

"What, what poison?" The disciple asked.

"Someone was in the wine and poisoned."

What the!

Someone wants to murder the Lord? Poisoned in the Lord's wine?

The Ancient Martial Venerable Lord, who was in a state of extreme pain and confusion, was eager to leave this world and go to find W. Even if it's poisoned, I'm afraid

I'm afraid she swallowed it in her stomach in a daze, right?

"How so?!"

"Who the hell is so desperate to kill the Venerable Lord?"

At this moment, the disciple felt five thunderbolts.

He didn't know how hard it took him to keep himself from breaking down: "Who the hell is it?" Who did it! ”

"Who sent this batch of wine?!"

One of the elders seemed to remember something.

Hurriedly rushed forward.

Picked up the wine bottle on the ground, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it: "It is the wine of our ancient martial arts family." ”

"It's our own people who did it!"

The elder threw the bottle of wine in his hand to the ground.

Then he looked at Elder Yao, who was stunned in place, and said anxiously and fearfully:

"Elder Medicine! Don't be stunned, feed the master the antidote."