“…… When I was attacked, I saw your men draw their swords and fight, one of them had a loose gold belt on his wrist, and there was an eagle-eye-like emblem on his forearm, forgive me for being lonely and unaware that it was the symbol of your Yuhan country, but it was very similar to the totem of the Wusheng clan that disappeared overnight more than ten years ago, if your adoptive mother knew that you were secretly developing power behind her back, and even harboring the remnants of the Wusheng clan, I think as a mother who raised you single-handedly, she would probably have new ideas. Changle said slowly, picking his nails.

Jiang Xian smiled, with a clear smile in his laughter: "That's right, the descendants of the Wusheng Eight Eagles were all here with me back then, Yu Dong was one of them, you are right, your adoptive mother didn't know anything about it, she couldn't have imagined that I was not even ten years old, and I was using my brain, but what could I do, she wouldn't kill me because of this." ”

"But she will be more harsh on you, cutting off your back roads one by one, and leaving you with a dead end in the end. Nominally, you are her pampered adopted son, but in fact, you and Huangfu Jingfeng are just killers and tools carefully cultivated by her. Changle wasn't sure what she was saying, she was just taking a risk.

"Give me the dragon's heart, and remember to wash it with water in the crack of the stone." He was not sad or annoyed, "A woman who thinks she is smart is really not very cute." ”

Changle thought that this one might be a gamble to win, turned around and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the dragon's heart grass from the ground, put it under the water droplet and flushed it, and secretly poked and thought that this man was afraid that he had a habit of cleanliness, and his life was in danger and he disliked the life-saving grass that she didn't step on at all.

Feed the grass to his mouth, and watch the dark green rhizome be chewed by him one by one, and the juice turned out to be crystal clear and colorless.

"Doesn't it smell weird?" Changle frowned all the time, and she was suddenly a little worried that she had poisoned people to death the first time she played the role of a healer.

"Sweet." Jiang Xian replied to her.

Changle didn't believe it, and scoffed: "Then you enjoy it slowly, I'll get you some water." ”

Jiang Xian looked at her back as she gathered to catch water by the gap in the stone cave, and she was undoubtedly a tall and slender woman.

"But it's so sweet." He said to himself, with a hazy smile, but the smile was extremely short, like a fleeting ephemeral.

There should be many more poisonous than dragon heart grass in the world, which means that he is still not at the end of the mountain, no matter what, even if he dies, he will never drink his own blood, if he does, it means that the strange poison in another person's body will never be solved.

Adoptive mother Jiang Hong's words vaguely passed in his ears, like a spell for several years: "I want you brothers to rely on each other and depend on each other for a lifetime, this is the expectation of being a mother, and it is also the love of a mother...... These two kinds of poison called 'end' and 'wei' are planted in your body, Ah Xian is not suitable for dancing knives and guns, so even if you learn the martial arts of the world, you can only use less, otherwise every time you use it, the toxicity will be deeper, and you are born bloodthirsty, only killing can calm the medicinal properties in your veins, you can kill many people, drink their blood, eat their flesh, but you all have to remember, never drink your own blood, in that case, the poison of your other person will not be cured for life, And you yourselves will die violently because you cannot find anything more poisonous than your own blood. ”

"Drink water!" Changle took the water with the leaves and handed it to Jiang Xian, seeing that he was in a daze, he didn't have a good airway.

Jiang Xian's fingertips moved, and it seemed that the dragon heart grass had already worked.

But he said, "With Princess Lao, I can't move." ”

Changle had no choice but to roll the leaves narrowly into his mouth, and tilt down a little bit.

After drinking the water, Jiang Xian said endlessly: "It would be nice if I were Luo Ze." ”

Changle immediately stayed away from him, leaning against the stone wall at the other end, but he was thinking about what Luo Ze would be like who lived in countless conversations and lived in vague expectations? If Yu Han hadn't subverted her country, next year's spring would be the time for Changle to get married.