"I don't know which one of the Xincha of the Hidden Sea Country are you?" she saw Liao Qingsong open her mouth to speak, so she raised a slender finger and shook it, "The soul body of your kind of thing is different from that of humans, I will know it as soon as I try it, do you still have to quibble?" ”

The innocence on Liao Qingsong's face was put away, and he suddenly became ruthless: "You were poisoned, why didn't you die?"

This was said to Yan Saburo. The young man's face was expressionless: "I'm lucky, I happen to have Ganluo's antidote." ”

"How can you have ......" At this point, Liao Qingsong suddenly said, "Oh, He Xiaokite." ”

"It seems that you have obtained more than one poison from Madame He's men. Yan Saburo smiled slightly, "Unfortunately, a few years ago, Mrs. He gave me more than a dozen sets of medicines, both of which are highly toxic and antidote. "At that time, King Wei died, Xiao Mi inherited the throne, and Yan Saburo also had to return to Chunming City. As a parting gift, He Xiaoyuan gave him a medicine box, which was full of her proudness.

Among them is the poison of this taste of "Ganluo".

Ganluo is her proud work, she can go against her true power, and she can really be called a bloody throat. The middle one will die if he does not take the antidote within three or five breaths.

Yan Saburo was also lucky, and it happened that the Azure Rose next to him helped him test for toxicity. Otherwise, Ganluo's antidote is not universal, how would he usually think of using this?

Liao Qingsong's face was depressed.

He is not good at frontal grappling, especially knowing that Yan Saburo cultivates in order to win, otherwise he would not have to rely on the Si family. The means of using the trick behind the scenes are nothing more than cursing and poisoning. The previous trick of blaming the blame failed, and he fled from Si Wenrui's side in a hurry, and the only way he could think of in a short period of time was to release the poison.

It just so happened that he still had He Xiaokite's poisonous powder in his hand. In his mind, even if Yan Shichu and He Xiaoyuan had a relationship, but "Ganluo" took effect too quickly, and he couldn't wait for He Xiaoyuan to give an antidote, Yan Shichu should have died.

Who knows, this little crumb has an antidote on it!

Liao Qingsong knew that there were countless strange poisons on He Xiaoyuan's body, and it was impossible for Yan Shichu to get every antidote. It just so happens that there is a cure for it, what shit luck this must be!

At this point, he didn't have to pretend, and wrote all his resentment on his face: "Damn......!

"Looks like you're in the wrong place. Chitose smiled, "Now we ask, you answer, understand?"

She then asked, "What are you ghosts planning after a year?" ”

Liao Qingsong said gloomily: "Yan Shichu blew up the sacred tree, so that we have nowhere to go and can't change our shells. The biggest goal for the rest of my life, of course, is to seek revenge on you!"

Between the lines, it is all gnashing teeth.

Yan Saburo was indifferent: "No. If you want to seek revenge on me, you should have gone to Chunming City three or four months ago. When he first arrived in Chunming City a few years ago, he reported that his surname was Shi. However, when Bai Lian Rongsheng was a teacher, he had to make a post public, and it was insincere to use a fake name, and at that time, Yan Saburo was no longer afraid of the pursuit of the Shazong, so he restored his real name Yan Shichu.

Zhuang Nanjia knew that he lived in Chunming City, so the other ghosts should also know.

Liao Qingsong sneered.

Chitose looked at him and suddenly said, "What about Zhuang Nanjia? I remember that his body is weak and decrepit, and he is about to die." ”

"Alive. Liao Qingsong was very cold, "It's a good life." ”

"Looks like he's getting along well with your sea god. "Originally, Zhuang Nanjia took advantage of the opening of the fog wall to sneak back to the Hidden Country, just to slash the sea god envoy and regain his god envoy position.

"Thank you for what you have given me. Liao Qingsong's hatred was even stronger.

Chitose smiled. As soon as Xiao San stirred up, the holy tree was wiped out, and even if Zhuang Nanjia and the Seagod Envoy hated each other again, they had to suspend the internal fighting.

After all, there were too few ghosts who survived that catastrophe, only Liao Liao dozen. The basis of their rule is gone, and everything that Zhuang Nanjia wants to recapture is gone.

And this is all thanks to Yan Shichu and Ming An. Ming An blew himself up and perished along with the holy tree, so there was only one Yan Shichu left among the enemies of the ghosts.

"Since the only goal of existence is revenge, you should do your best. Yan Saburo looked at him, "I know I'm in Shengyi, why are you the only one here?

Liao Qingsong kept his mouth shut and did not answer.

"If you don't see the coffin, you don't shed tears. Chitose shook his head, and suddenly a wooden hairpin suddenly turned out from the bottom of his hand and pierced directly into his temple!

Liao Qingsong screamed "ah" in pain, but no blood flowed out of his sideburns.

Yan Saburo was not in a hurry: "This is the soul fixing needle given to us by Zhuang Nanjia, which is specially designed to deal with you ghosts." "As the name suggests, the function of this hairpin is to hold the spirits in a skin bag, so that they cannot escape so that they can torture them. In the past, Zhuang Nanjia used it to deal with Duxincha.

Chitose smiled at the prisoner and reached out to twist the hairpin. This time was tantamount to turning over the sea in his mind, Liao Qingsong screamed in pain, struggling desperately. How could the bone chain be like a python, and it tightened him tighter and tighter.

"Shhhh ”

In fact, the two of them have already erected an enchantment to prevent the news from being scary.

She stopped, Liao Qingsong's pain was greatly reduced, and she couldn't help gasping for air.

"How?"

Liao Qingsong looked at Yan Saburo fixedly, and suddenly spat at him.

The boy turned his head away from it.

Chitose sneered, and reached out to read the wooden hairpin again, this time there was a faint red light overflowing from her fingertips, condensing into a small earthworm-like monster, with a round and long body like a silkworm, but with eyes all over her body.

That's right, Yan Saburo counted, this thing has more than twenty eyes from beginning to end, each of which can turn in different directions. In addition to this, the head is a large mouth with countless rings of tiny teeth that are neatly arranged from the snout to the bottom of the larynx.

Yan Saburo's first feeling when he saw it was that it was both vicious and terrifying, but fortunately it was very small.

He really didn't understand why Chitose was afraid of the relatively harmless rat when she could concretize such a thing without being surprised.

In short, the little monster shook its head as soon as it appeared, and then slipped into Liao Qingsong's temple along the wooden hairpin.

But looking at his expression, he patronized the pain, as if he didn't know.

The boy could see clearly, this thing's body was scattered and condensed, there was no substance, and he didn't know if it was a lamp puppet made of a thousand years old, or was it just a phantom?

Combined with the current situation, it should be the former, right? and seeing Chitose's expression, she breathed a sigh of relief, obviously being able to release this thing is also a big burden for her.

If there was no barrier, Liao Qingsong's screams could be heard three streets away. The soul fixing needle directly hurt the soul, and her movements were like holding a red-hot needle, stabbing him one by one, and she would not stop until she reached 3,600 needles.

"Stop, stop!" he finally relented, and his voice changed, "I said!"