Anyang Jingxin took out a small red spider from her sleeve, and the back of the spider could still emit a faint light, and Anyang Jingxin's beautiful face was even more bewitching under the light.

An Yang Jing said in her heart: "This is a red-backed spider, as long as it bites, people will die immediately." ”

Shen Yi originally thought that An Yang Jingxin would definitely bite him with a spider, so he hid far away and looked at An Yang Jingxin in horror, but An Yang Jingxin smiled and put the spider on the back of his hand, and then the spider actually bit down.

In an instant, the back of An Yang Jingxin's hand was like a spring of blood, black blood.

At this time, Shen Yi was even more surprised, even more surprised than Anyang Jingxin biting herself with a spider.

An Yang Jingxin had a sickly smile on her face and said, "Aren't you known as the hanging pot to help the world?

Shen Yi was stunned, looking at An Yang Jingxin with a dull gaze, and he didn't understand what she was doing for her, but An Yang Jingxin shouted for a while, it seemed to be poisonous, and she sat on the ground, closed her eyes, as if she was waiting for death.

Just when she was almost desperate, Shen Yi suddenly ran over, grabbed her shoulder, and said, "Where's the antidote?

An Yang opened her eyes and looked at Shen Yi, without saying a word, her eyes were full of contempt, contempt, or pity for herself.

Shen Yi let go of this madman and scolded: "You fucking want to die so that I can't forget you for the rest of my life, no way, you want to die, okay, I won't let you die today, grass, you slut, see how I detoxify you, grass." ”

After speaking, Shen Yi squatted down, ignoring An Yang Jingxin's objections, grabbed her hand, opened his mouth and sucked it into the wound, and in an instant Shen Yi's mouth was filled with a foul smell, Shen Yi took a full mouthful and spit it out, all black.

Shen Yi took about ten puffs, and he was almost unable to suck it out.

An Yang Jingxin said with a sickly smile: "Don't try in vain, if this method can solve the red-backed spider, then it will not be called the husband of the black widow." ”

Shen Yi was taken aback, looked at Anyang Jingxin, snorted coldly, and used the rejuvenation and transformation skills to condense all the internal force to his fingertips, and instilled the internal force into the wound, trying to force the venom out with internal force, but this time, Shen Yi was really desperate, although Shen Yi's internal force was majestic and deep, but Shen Yi couldn't find this spider's venom in Anyang Jingxin's body at all, and Shen Yi couldn't help but sweat all over his head.

But An Yang Jingxin stretched out her hand, stroked Shen Yi's face weakly, and said, "Actually, I'm killing you." ”

Shen Yi glanced at the crazy woman and scolded: "Die your grandma, your grandma is dead, I won't die, get out of your uncle, Lao Tzu will definitely save you." ”

An Yangjing glared at Shen Yi angrily and said, "Don't scold my grandmother." ”

Shen Yi continued to scold: "Just scold your grandma, crazy woman, just curse your grandma, you have the ability to kill me." ”

An Yang Jingxin suddenly smiled, laughing very presumptuously, and looked at Shen Yiyi: "You are in a hurry, Ha Luha." ”

"Grass. Shen Yi scolded.

An Yang Jingxin closed her eyes at this moment, her whole body was weak, and only the remaining breath showed that she was really on the verge of life and death, and Shen Yi scolded even more fiercely, but he didn't notice at all that his hands were already trembling a little.

Shen Yi was unconsciously anxious.

He hugged Anyang Jingxin's body and scolded: "Cao, you can't die, I'm still waiting for you to poison me, since I met you, you haven't poisoned me once, what's the point, Cao, you bastard, slut, slut, I'm waiting for you to poison, how can you do this." ”

However, An Yang Jingxin still closed her eyes tightly, only her brows trembled a little, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

Shen Yi put down An Yangjing's heart and choked silently.

I don't know what the road is in my heart, it's very painful and blocked.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in Shen Yi's mind, and a few fingerprints appeared, a sentence:

Washing the marrow sutra is a life-threatening move against the sky.

Yes, bone marrow.

Shen Yi didn't say a word, he found the book "Hanging Pot Medical Chronicles" and turned it to the back of the marrow washing sutra, according to the fingerprints inside, one by one, Shen Yi got the "Hanging Pot Medical Chronicles" The night he practiced the marrow washing meridian, but naturally he didn't practice a doorway.

Today, all this is just a hope to grasp the straw of the worst, although it is not necessarily a straw.

Shen Yi concentrated, pinched off the fingerprints inside one by one, and finally condensed all the internal force to his fingertips, let An Yang Jingxin sit up, touch her palms, take a deep breath, close her eyes, and mobilize the strength of her whole body.

And at the moment when Shen Yi mobilized his breath, he once again entered the world where there was only him, in this world and in this world, he was the emperor, he turned his hands into clouds and his hands for rain, but this time, in this world, there was an additional vein, as if it was like the meridians of the earth.

Shen Yi stood in the sky, and suddenly realized that this was actually the marrow.

Shen Yi was taken aback, and all the internal forces in his body were stimulated, and in an instant, the entire world was filled with lightning and thunder, wind and rain, as if it was a symphony under the storm, and the thirsty river was instantly filled with endless river water, dense trees grew on the bare mountain peaks, and herds of cattle and sheep appeared on the grassland.

Finally, when this world realm was presented in front of Shen Yi, Shen Yi suddenly opened his eyes and saw An Yang Jingxin, whose forehead was full of sweat, and a mouthful of black blood spit out of her mouth.

Shen Yi put his hand on her wrist and looked at the pulse, which turned out to be back to normal.

Shen Yi shook his head, put her on the bed, went to grab a pair of medicines for her, and then boiled it, only then did he recall the scene just now, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, but he was even more sure that this marrow washing sutra was definitely not a rejuvenation creation skill, or it could also be said that the rejuvenation creation skill must be incomplete, or it was not called rejuvenation creation at all.

And the world realm with thousands of weather just now, I am afraid that it is the entire process of performing the marrow washing sutra, and it is really not as simple as the rejuvenation and transformation work.

Shen Yi boiled the medicine and brought it to the bedroom, but An Yang Jingxin who was lying on the bed was sweating profusely, Shen Yi reached out and touched her forehead, it was hot, Shen Yi quickly fed her the medicine spoonful by spoonful, and then brought a wet towel, put it on her head, sat on the edge of the bed, held her hand, sighed, and said: "Heaven is evil, it is forgivable; ”

At about three o'clock in the middle of the night, Anyang Jingxin's fever finally subsided, and Shen Yi could finally lie on the side of the bed for a while.

At more than five o'clock in the morning, An Yang Jingxin woke up leisurely and saw Shen Yi who was sleeping on the side of the bed, she was a little stunned, in fact, poisoning is also a science, she quickly checked her body, and found that she was actually better, she couldn't help but be a little unbelievable, looked at Shen Yi who was sleeping on the side of the bed, and suddenly frowned.

Put on his clothes and get out of bed, stand in front of the window, see the rising sun, he actually showed a smile, turned his head to look at Shen Yi who was scratching his cheeks, and said silently: "The war between you and me will start here." ”

And then it was gone.

......

When Shen Yi woke up, it was already past seven o'clock.

found that An Yang Jingxin was gone, and there was no surprise, anyway, the two were not familiar with each other, although this An Yang Jingxin was his nominal fiancée.

When I came to the living room, I found a letter on the table, and when I opened it, a wild piece of grass jumped on the paper:

When I was a child, my grandmother always told me that if there was a boy my age who would marry me when he grew up, he would ride a white horse, and I would take the dowry and form a family together, have a son, or a daughter, and be happy for the rest of my life.

At that time, I always laughed happily.

At the age of five, I learned that he had two older sisters, one who often bullied him and the other who was very nice to him.

I'm unwilling, I like the sister who bullied him, I hope that the one who is good to him also bullies him, and I want everyone in the world to bully him, because.

It is the prerogative of one of my people to be good to him.

Later, my grandmother told me that he slept with the girl who was kind to him, that his clothes were all washed by this girl, that his quilts were folded by this girl, and that his life was taken care of by this girl, and that I hated her very much.

Everything about him is mine, his clothes, I can wash, his quilts, I can fold, his quilts, need me to warm more, not a nominal sister.

However, I need to wait, wait until I get old, and then marry him, and it will all work out.

I fell in love with such a person in the cardamom years, very strange, but so simple.

Because, grandma said, he was my fiancé.

Determined from childhood.

I waited twenty-three years, and he was twenty-three.

So, at my request, my grandmother proposed, but it turned out to be a runaway marriage.

I sat under the window in a red wedding dress, waited from day to night, from the scorching sun to the snow, and even the dowry was ready, and as soon as I got an answer, I would take the dowry to his house, and be his daughter-in-law, fold the quilt for him, wash him, cook for him, warm the quilt for him, and give birth to a bunch of children.

I'll just wait, wait.

From full of hope, to tears.

Finally, the news of the escape reached my ears.

I couldn't help it, wearing a wedding dress, hiding in the newly furnished bedroom, choking silently.

I cried for a day and a night, and when I took off my wedding dress, I wrote on the notebook: Poison the world's negative people!

I didn't bring anything, only enough deadly poisons, poisons.

Shen Yi!

My war with you has officially begun!

Anyang Jing heart stays!

Looking at this war letter, whose language did not seem to have a trace of sharpness, Shen Yi panicked for the first time.

And can he ride a white horse and walk three levels?