Jia Shuangshuang was puzzled, "What is this?"
Chen Zhong smiled and said, "It's nothing, just an antidote."
"ah?"
"I was worried about your background from the beginning, so I used a slow-acting poison when bandaging your wound. If there's no antidote within three days, you'll die from the poison."
Chen Zhong was a very honest man, and he explained to the confused Jia Shuangshuang with a sunny face.
Hearing this, Jia Shuangshuang's pretty face twitched uncontrollably for a few times, but she still took the cup of water and was about to drink it.
"Wait! Are you so confident? Haven't you considered that this glass of water is the real poison?" A sly smile appeared on Chen Zhong's lips.
Jia Shuangshuang: “**”
After a few seconds of hesitation, she drank it resolutely, her face tilted, and she muttered, "Anyway, you saved my life."
A breeze blew past the window, blowing up Chen Zhong's messy and casually curly hair in front of his forehead... revealing a pair of serious eyes.
Chen-style education begins.
"That's totally wrong! Since we're on the same vine, we must be consistent in our words and actions and act prudently. We can't act rashly based on our feelings, and we must not act capriciously!"
"Besides, the world we live in is full of dangers. If we don't pay attention, we will never be able to recover. The so-called rules are vulnerable in the face of money and power, let alone the impact of a supernatural system like the Spiritual Martial Master!"
"The collapse of world order is inevitable. Internally, there are conflicts between the three great empires, and externally, there are rampant monsters in the demonic den. Only by developing cautiously can we survive for a long time!"
Jia Shuangshuang, "Ah, this?"
He looks like a decent person, but there's something wrong with him! It would take at least a thousand years to wait for that day, right? Even a Grandmaster Spiritual Martial Artist only lives for three or four hundred years!
I can’t continue chatting today!
"Hiss!" Suddenly, Jia Shuangshuang felt a sharp pain in her thigh. The pain became more and more intense, and half of her body gradually became numb.
While Chen Zhong was talking to himself, she quickly lifted her skirt to take a look, and her face instantly flushed.
"When you say bandage the wound, is it... this... this location?"
Chen Zhong gave her a strange look. "You're blushing like a bubble teapot!" "You're feeling pain now because the painkillers are wearing off. It seems this medicine is quite effective. You only just discovered the wound now... Is it that painful? So painful that even the base of your neck is red?"
Jia Shuangshuang curled up on the sofa, looking out the window. Fatigue welled up in her, and she cursed in a tearful voice, "What a big change!"
Ding!
The sudden sound from the palace in his mind gave Chen Zhong a chill.
"Congratulations to the bearer for achieving the achievement - being called a tank by a girl, rewarded with the passive skill '100% chance of catching a blade with bare hands'."
Like a thunder in winter, Chen Zhong was overjoyed, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Jia Shuangshuang gradually became vicious!
…
That afternoon, the hot summer weather was just right for sleeping.
Jia Shuangshuang fell asleep soundly leaning against the windowsill, with the warm sunlight shining on her moist lips.
There was not only sunlight on the face, but also some residual liquid.
Those were the tears she shed in her nightmare.
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