He had a great reputation throughout his life and had refined countless poisons, but in the end he fell into the hands of an unknown little girl.

He was unwilling to accept it.

He still hadn't figured out what kind of poison this girl had used on him, and why it was more powerful than his own? He stared at Su Xiaoxiao intently, as if he wanted to memorize this face in his mind, bring it into reincarnation, and not let it go even when he became a ghost.

Su Xiaoxiao was not afraid at all and looked at him calmly until he died.

Su Xiaoxiao drew back the dagger, opened his shirt and took a look: "He's also wearing a breastplate."

Fortunately, Wu Anjun's dagger was sharp enough.

Su Xiaoxiao wiped the dagger clean and put it back into the scabbard.

The five tigers on the branches covered their eyes with their wings.

Er Wuzai said that the scene was too brutal and the baby was afraid to watch it.

Su Xiaoxiao fed it a piece of bird food.

The little macaw's eyes widened for a second, and glared fiercely at the black-robed pharmacist lying in a pool of blood, giving him an abyssal gaze that came from the bird king (not really).

Next, Su Xiaoxiao went to the black-robed pharmacist's yard.

She was a doctor, and she didn't know much about toxicology, especially the various poisons of this dynasty, which she had hardly ever seen.

She found a lot of poisons in the yard, most of which had antidotes, but some had no antidotes yet.

In addition, she also saw some poisonous creatures being tortured. Some of them died, and some were injured. It seems that it depends on luck to refine a powerful poison.

Su Xiaoxiao fed them the antidote and released them.

These poisons would be a disaster if they were kept in the White Lotus Sect, but it would be a pity to destroy them, as they might come in handy in the future.

Su Xiaoxiao packed the poison.

Finally, Su Xiaoxiao found the black-robed pharmacist's travel expenses and personal belongings in his cabinet.

There was not much silver, but there was a stack of silver notes. Unfortunately, they were from the Western Jin Dynasty and could not be used in the Great Zhou.

"Huh? What is this?"

Su Xiaoxiao found a booklet under the banknotes.

It was a note written by the black-robed pharmacist, which contained no less than a hundred kinds of poisonous herbs and his unique poison technique.

Su Xiaoxiao flipped through the book and realized what kind of big shot she had killed.

"This guy...is he so powerful?"

To be favored by Mo Guiyuan, he must be quite capable. If he didn't have his own pharmacy, it would be difficult to kill him so easily.

It's like a random punch killing a master.

Half an hour later.

Su Xiaoxiao carried a lot of things to meet the old marquis.

Yuchi Xiu was also there.

He was just about to go look for Su Xiaoxiao, but when he saw her coming over like she was fleeing from famine, he couldn't help but frown: "What did you do?"

"Oh, I picked up something, here it is."

Su Xiaoxiao threw the bag to him.

When Su Xiaoxiao mentioned this, she got angry.

Su Xiaoxiao intended to put the poison into the pharmacy, but unexpectedly the pharmacy refused to let her in.

She wondered if her relationship with the pharmacy had been quite harmonious recently.

What kind of temper is this?

Is it possible that gold can enter but poison cannot?

There was no other way, Su Xiaoxiao had to pack the poison and carry it back herself.

She is so tired.

Yuchi Xiu thought she was picking up gold again, so he opened the bundle and took a look. He jumped up and down in shock: "Oh my god! You picked up so much poison instead of something else!"

Although Yuchi Xiu is a killer, he also has some knowledge of poisons, but he is not as proficient as the pharmacist.

The black bear also smelled the painful smell. He took several steps back while holding his son and roared at the bundle.

The old marquis looked at Su Xiaoxiao worriedly: "Are you not hurt?"

"No." Su Xiaoxiao shook her head.

The old marquis continued: "That pharmacist from the Western Jin Dynasty..."

Su Xiaoxiao said calmly: "Dead."

The old marquis was shocked.

In the past, he only knew that this little niece who grew up in the countryside had great medical skills, but it was obvious that medical skills alone could not kill the pharmacist of the Western Jin Dynasty.

Tonight, the little girl brought her so many surprises.

The archery skill of hitting the target from a hundred paces away, the nimble and agile skills, the calm and wise mind, the invincible courage...

If she were a man...

Thinking of this, the old marquis felt a little regretful.

At the same time, I also feel sorry for the little girl. Talent is innate, but even the best iron needs to be tempered thousands of times before it can become steel.

She...suffered a lot.

In the most secret courtyard in the peach forest, Mo Guiyuan had just drunk the last cup of peach wine.

The wine glass opposite was still there, but the person had slipped away.

Zhang Feng asked, "Master, is it okay to let him go? Will he rush to inform the Young Master?"

Mo Guiyuan smiled faintly and said, "It doesn't matter if he goes. Even if he joins, he still can't beat Xiu Nu."

Wei Ting and Yuchi Xiu are still young, and their martial arts level is not as good as Xiu Nu's. It is hard to say what will happen in a few years, especially Wei Ting. His talent is higher than that of the death warriors, and his martial arts level in the future may be higher than Xiu Nu's.

But at the moment, he is still no match for Xiu Nu.

"Marquis Zhenbei is here too," said Zhang Feng.

Mo Guiyuan said casually: "The pharmacist has already set his sights on the Marquis of Zhenbei. He will not let the Marquis of Zhenbei have the chance to get close to Xiu Nu."

In fact, the first person the pharmacist targeted was Wei Ting.

But Wei Ting is Mo Guiyuan's grandson, and he cannot touch him until Mo Guiyuan completely gives up on this grandson.

Zhang Feng said with relief: "The pharmacist is here too, so everything will be safe."

Mo Guiyuan said confidently: "Everything... is under my control."

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple hurried over and bowed to Mo Guiyuan: "Master! Something happened!"

Mo Guiyuan held the wine glass and said slowly, "Did Xiu Nu hurt someone? Go and tell Xiu Nu. You can teach him a lesson, but don't let anyone get killed."

The extent of this lesson is actually quite intriguing.

A beating is a lesson, breaking an arm is a lesson, even being half disabled can be called a lesson.

The disciple said in panic: "No, it's not Xiu Nu's side..."

Mo Guiyuan smiled nonchalantly and said, "So the pharmacist has captured the Marquis of Zhenbei? The court is here to ask for him, and I have my own explanation."

The disciple bowed his head and said, "It's not...it's not the Marquis of Zhenbei...it's the pharmacist! Something happened to the pharmacist! He was killed!"

Crack! The wine glass in Mo Guiyuan's hand was crushed into powder.

Zhang Feng stepped forward and asked, "Are you mistaken? How could the pharmacist be killed?"

He is the master of poison and the second best poisoner after Xiu Nu. Who can kill him?

Marquis of Zhenbei?

Impossible! It was even more impossible for Yuchi Xiu to do that! The disciple was terrified and said, "I dare not lie..."

Mo Guiyuan and Zhang Feng saw the body of the Western Jin Dynasty pharmacist in the woods.

He fell in a pool of blood, less than three feet away from his own courtyard.

His right hand was shot through and he was stabbed in the heart and died instantly.

There were no signs of much fighting at the scene, and even Xiu Nu couldn't kill him without any fighting.

Then there is only one possibility - he was drugged.

But who can give the pharmacist drugs? ! "There is an expert around my grandson that I don't know about..."

Zhang Feng came out of the yard and said, "Master, the pharmacist's yard has also been looted."

Mo Guiyuan's face turned completely dark.

They stole his treasury, killed his pharmacist, and looted his poisons—

very good.

His grandson... is very good! Mo Guiyuan gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Tell Xiu Nu that there is no need to show mercy!"

Xiu Nu and Wei Ting came out of the woods fighting each other.

The dead soldiers sacrifice their lives, feel no pain, are fearless, fight more and more bravely, until the last drop of blood is shed.

Normal people can’t do this, as it will deplete their physical strength.

It was a miracle that Wei Ting had managed to hold on until now, but unfortunately, he stepped into a trap.

The right foot was stuck tightly.

Xiu Nu stabbed at his chest with a sword.

Wei Ting dodged by leaning sideways, and his purse was cut, and a rusty iron bell fell out.

Xiu Nu looked at the iron bell and suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)