"Oh... no..."
She took a step back awkwardly, walked around him and went to Ling Wangqing.
It's not her fault for being a face lover; it's really that horrible face of his that can't even be called a human. Plus, when he suddenly raised his head and pretended to pounce on her, the scene was truly...
cough.
It was good that she could remain calm.
Ling Wangqing had no intention of torturing anyone, but when he rushed over to catch the man, he was brewing some poison. He was caught off guard and fell victim to his own poison, becoming like this horrible state.
Seeing that Shen Wuyou seemed a little scared, he thought for a moment, then reached out and covered her eyes.
Her vision suddenly became pitch black. Ling Wangqing's warm palm almost covered half of her face. His unique cool fragrance slowly drifted into her nose, elegant and indifferent, with a peaceful and calming effect.
So, what exactly is this incense?
So long-lasting?
Suspicious, she took his hand and brought it to her nose, sniffing it. Then, to her surprise, she discovered that the fragrance wasn't from the incense, but something inherent in him?!
Wow, you can recognize a beauty by her scent. The ancients were right.
Shen Wuyou grabbed his hand and turned it over and over, as if he had seen something rare. His eyes flashed with a bright light, and he couldn't let it go anymore.
Ling Wangqing was threatening the half-human, half-ghost poison-making old man when he suddenly felt a warm breath on his palm. He turned around and saw Shen Wuyu holding his hand and sniffing it for some reason, as if he was studying something.
He instinctively wanted to retract it because the numbness in his palm made him feel uncomfortable.
However, seeing her excited and curious look, he didn't move in the end and just let her do whatever she wanted.
It wasn't until a delicate little porcelain bottle was suddenly handed to him that Shen Wuyou stopped and stared at it blankly.
"This is?"
"Antidote," he said.
"But I don't think he can be trusted." Shen Wuyou took it, but did not eat it immediately.
She could still clearly remember the vicious look that pig-headed man gave her. Although he might have become obedient under Ling Wangqing's tyranny, the viciousness in a person's bones could not be changed.
So, she looked at the pig head who was acting well on the ground, raised her hand and summoned a few blood vines to hold him tightly, then walked forward, lowered her eyes and looked at him gently, gently opened the medicine bottle, and slowly poured half of the unknown liquid into his mouth.
"Since it's an antidote, it certainly won't hurt you, right?"
She smiled like a living Bodhisattva with compassion for all living beings, and her tone was unspeakably gentle.
But to the people on the ground, she was like a ghost demanding his life. As the medicine was completely swallowed into his throat, his eyes became more and more terrified, and his trembling pupils grew smaller and larger. In a short while, he died with blood oozing from all his orifices.
"Look, sir, not all those who repent on the verge of death become pure and harmless."
She slowly turned around, looked at the stern-faced man, and said seriously:
"Especially, this kind of unforgivable evil."
Before the madman died, he said that his third brother liked to use people as medicine, and he would not show mercy even to brothers and sisters who grew up together.
Therefore, when such people are about to die, they will have no choice but to give up; even if they survive, they will only continue to harm the world.
Ling Wangqing looked at her and said, "Wait here."
Then he turned and was about to leave.
Shen Wuyou quickly grabbed him and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Find an antidote."
In addition to the third brother who made the poison, there was another person who also had the antidote, and that was the adoptive father mentioned by the madman, Prince Ao of the Canglong Kingdom.
However, they were few in number and weak in power, so it would be inappropriate for them to force their way into Prince Ao's mansion.
What's more, there are constraints between countries.
"No," she said, "My poison is almost gone. We have to leave here now."
Although she felt like the earth was shaking, since the guards of the palace had not been alarmed, it seemed that this place was isolated from the outside world, and the noise made by Ling Wangqing should not be very big.
By the time those people notice something is wrong, they will be outnumbered and might cause some unnecessary trouble.
A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, so it is better to retreat first.
"Yeah." He responded and then led his men to fly out.
After coming out of the dungeon, Shen Wuyou discovered that this place was actually deep underground, and the numerous mechanisms and formations formed a solid barrier that was as layered as an onion and difficult to penetrate.
I don’t know where the entrance is. If you ignore the huge crack that Ling Wangqing broke, there is only a vast snowfield here with no signs of construction.
If it weren't for his own personal experience, Shen Wuyu probably wouldn't have believed that there was such a huge dungeon hidden underneath.
Shen Wuyou was amazed at this design, but when she thought of her business, she gave up the opportunity to conduct research.
"Have you told me about the traitor, sir?"
"Yeah." His expression was more serious than ever before, and he added, "But An Lanqing cooperated with Poppy and turned the tables. And..."
He lowered his eyes to look at Shen Wuyou, his eyes were somewhat complicated:
"They found a demon tribe that looks exactly like you. It's hard to tell the real one from the fake one, both in appearance and aura."
Hearing this, Shen Wuyou was stunned. She raised her eyes to meet his solemn gaze and asked questioningly:
"More like a poppy?"
Poppy is a flower demon with the same blood as hers. They have a similar aura and appearance, and her charm was also taught by her personally. It can't be said that they are exactly the same, but they are about 80% similar.
This is rare.
And now, here comes another unknown demon who looks more like her than Poppy? !
Ling Wangqing did not answer immediately, but slowly stopped. The sword under his feet suddenly shrank and he held it tightly. A blue flame suddenly ignited on it, showing his vigilance.
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