It's Shenghai again.

He Lan pinched the edge of the book, and Zhichun snatched it over, "This is my life, don't tear it up for me, Shenghai may have this antidote, you go and take a look." ”

Zhichun got up and began to clean up the books all over the ground, "By the way, it was also mentioned above that when this skin poison appeared, it was made by Shenghai's national teacher, but there is no record of whether he has the antidote or not." ”

Shenghai National Teacher

Northern Thunder

When I came out of the inn, it was snowing again, and this should be the last snow of the year.

The sky was gray, as if it had been covered with cloth.

Xiaobei does have research on poison in modern times, and he is very proficient in it, but modern times have dealt a very serious blow to this kind of thing, and there is no room to play it.

Is it really him?

Priesthood.

"Have you really lived enough?"

In the courtyard, there is a garden full of bamboo incense, and in the house, there are candles flickering.

Ziliang was dressed in a white robe, his black hair was draped casually over his shoulders, a silver hairband was tied, two strands of hair floated on his forehead, and his eyes were clear but piercing and cold.

Jing Yao stood there with her neck stiff, not daring to say a word.

He walked over slowly, his cold fingers brushing over the scar on Jing Yao's neck, a little evil, "I saved you again and again, not to let you hurt her, do you understand?" ”

Jing Yao was startled by his touch.

Ziliang looked away in disgust, looking at the bamboo forest, his voice was as light as the wind, "You can do whatever you want, otherwise the meaning of me saving you will not exist, if you dare to mess with my business, be careful I will cut your neck into eight pieces." ”

It's obviously a very gentle voice, but the words he spits out are so cruel, and this feeling is particularly penetrating.

Jing Yao nodded tremblingly.

When she knew that they had been for so long, Jing Yao felt that what she had been insisting on was a joke.

Between them, she may be a fool, and self-righteously think that they are the ones who have failed her.

"Then Master, who do you want to deal with?"

The elegant man landed in front of the window, and the breeze swept his body, "Who?"

He turned his head with a cold gaze, "Do you need to know who to deal with?" ”

Jing Yao lowered her head and didn't dare to ask any more.

It wasn't until before leaving that Jing Yao heard the man stop her, she hurriedly stopped and turned around.

"Antidote." Ziliang spoke coldly.

Jing Yao was stunned, avoiding the man's torch-like gaze.

Ziliang sneered, his voice was still as light as water, "Don't tell me, that person only gave you an antidote, do you think I will believe it?" ”

After hesitating for a while, Jing Yao slowly took out another small porcelain bottle from her cuff.

Ziliang took it, raised his chin at the door, and signaled that she could go.

Ziliang naturally knew who gave this skin poison and antidote.

Playing with the antidote in his palm, Ziliang squinted his eyes, it was extremely dangerous.

He Lan, who was about to rush to Shenghai, suddenly received a letter.

The letter said that the other party had an antidote to skin poison and asked to meet and say.

He Lan rushed over as soon as possible according to the address above, and when she saw the people in the room, she was stunned.

"High priest?"

Ziliang turned his head slowly, his eyes were clear, and he smiled gently: "Sit, it's cold and have a cup of tea first." ”

His voice seemed to have the effect of warming all the cold, and He Lan sat down without twisting, but he didn't have the heart to drink tea.

"You say you have an antidote to skin poison?"

Ziliang raised his eyes, his eyes were shallow, "Don't believe it? ”

He Lan hurriedly shook his head, "It's not that I don't believe it, it's that I'm too anxious." ”

Looking deeply at her face that was frozen red because of the hurry all the way, Ziliang's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he pinched the small porcelain bottle in his sleeve and put it on the table.

Helan's eyes lit up slightly.

Just as he was about to speak, Ziliang's gentle voice suddenly sounded: "I want to exchange things with you." ”

She was slightly stunned, "What's the matter?" ”