Meng Qingyin: "Did you poison him?"
Zhang Yan said without hesitation: "That's right."
Meng Qingyin stared at Zhang Yan. It seemed that he had obtained a lot of props by changing areas.
Being able to poison someone when they are completely unprepared, and to kill them in such a short time, this kind of poison... is most likely obtained by Zhang Yan using his own abilities.
Meng Qingyin was very interested: "What kind of poison is it?"
Zhang Yan looked at her with a half-smile: "Why don't you tell me first? Why don't you tell me the contents of the letter?"
Meng Qingyin remained calm: "Because the content of the letter has nothing to do with you."
Zhang Yan smiled without changing his expression. "Since it has nothing to do with me, it's okay for me to take a look, right?"
"I can't watch it anymore," Meng Qingyin shook her head. "It's a serious matter. I've already burned it."
Zhang Yan showed a look of regret on his face: "What a pity..."
Meng Qingyin struck while the iron was hot and asked, "So what was the poison you just gave me?"
Zhang Yan: "You seem very interested in my poison."
Meng Qingyin admitted: "Of course, before you, I have never seen anyone else use poison."
"No feeling."
"No feeling?"
"Its name is Wujue. It's a colorless, odorless, and highly toxic powder. Inhaling it can cause a person to bleed from all seven orifices and die instantly."
Meng Qingyin subconsciously slowed down her breathing, fearing that there was still residual powder in the air.
Zhang Yan smiled upon seeing this: "Don't worry, Wujue is very precious. I only use the amount that is just enough to kill one person each time."
"Besides," he suddenly leaned closer to Meng Qingyin, "you care about me so much, how could I bear to let you die?"
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