That's it.

The two made eye contact in mid-air.

Between the electric light and flint, there was the smell of gunsmoke and sparks.

Both of them saw the blazing killing intent in each other's eyes.

Especially the night is like a song.

Her whole body was tense, and she was already murderous.

Mo Yan looked at Zi Qianmo and was not worried about anything.

He knew that with Xiao Momo's ability today, even Yan Ruomeng could be easily defeated, and the night was like a song, and it was estimated that there would be no problem.

Yan Ruomeng is still the senior sister of the Treasure Pavilion, and the Treasure Pavilion is ranked one lower; Ye Ruge is the senior sister of Hongyan Pavilion, and Hongyan Pavilion ranks second to last.

It is conceivable that the gold content of these two senior sisters is different.

If you can win Yan Ruomeng, there is no reason why you will lose to Ye Ruge.

The second game began.

Ziqian Mo and the night are like songs, standing opposite each other.

Between the two, there was a distance of fifty paces.

Night like a song is a remote one.

Her weapon is a folding fan.

The folding fan has to be opened, and it is painted with a pattern of nightshade, and when the folding fan is fanned, the fragrance is gusting.

Zi Qianmo's nose twisted slightly.

Others may think that this fragrance smells good.

However, she is proficient in medical skills and pharmacology and toxicology, but she knows better than anyone that this little fragrance contains murderous intentions and is mixed with the pollen of mandala.

Mandala pollen, is a nervous poison.

It can unconsciously paralyze your nerves, make you sluggish, make you irritable, and make you anxious involuntarily; If you inhale a large amount of it all year round, you will also hallucinate and become a madman.

A real madman.

The kind of brain nerves that are broken.

Zi Qianmo immediately held his breath.

In addition, she has poison resistance, so the pollen of this mandala has no effect on her.

Ye Ruge knew very well that after being affected by the mandala pollen, the opponent's pupils would shrink briefly.

To her surprise, Zi Qianmo's pupils did not change in any way.

Then-one after the answer-Zi Qianmo didn't get hit!

How so?

Ye Ruge felt extremely puzzled.

Her mandala pollen has never been missed.

"Insect carving skills."

Zi Qianmo's shallow eyes were cold, like freezing, like frost.

Ye Ruge couldn't help but be shocked, feeling that the whole person was severely frostbitten from the inside out, his hands and feet were cold, and the blood flow was not smooth: "What does Purple Girl mean?" ”

She's playing dumb.

Pretending not to know about mandala pollen.

But Zi Qianmo didn't intend to let her fool her so easily.

Give somebody a taste of his own medicine.

Her eyes darkened slightly.

You don't even need superfluous movements – you don't need to flick your sleeves, you don't need to wave your hands.

She is poisoned, and she is always moisturizing things silently.

Always quiet.

Since Ye Ruge likes mandala pollen so much, then she also gives Ye Ruge a mandala pollen.

The difference is that Yeruge uses a white mandala, which is relatively light in toxicity.

And what Zi Qianmo uses is a black mandala, which is extremely toxic, about ten times more than ten times that of a white mandala!

Ye Ruge didn't realize that she had been poisoned at all.

By the time she came to her senses, it was already half a minute later.

She sensed something was wrong.

Up and down the body, every inch of nerves, was deeply paralyzed, and in the paralysis, it was filled with unbelievable happiness.

It's a bit of a self-exile and addicted to it.