Poison Embroidery Lady Yue'e was a little surprised when she saw the girl in front of her convoy, but this surprise was not about the girl's appearance, but about the adults' instructions.
He must be an adult, he is a prophet!
"If it's you, I can smell a strong scent from a long distance away." Lin Wanqing looked at the woman who was dressed up gorgeously and snorted coldly. Although she was not Zhao Jinglei, she had a swordsmanship genius, Xiao Changfeng, by her side.
"You traitors from Wanbao Pavilion... I don't think this unrest is related to you."
Yue'e rolled her eyes. "Hey, you're wanted criminals, and we're rebels. What right do you have to accuse us?"
The more Lin Wanqing looked at her, the more she disliked her. She wiggled her fingers slightly, and a faint floral scent gradually spread.
Yue'e's expression changed slightly. Your Excellency is truly a god!
"Hey, it smells good..." As the first person collapsed, people fell to the ground one after another.
Lin Wanqing smiled smugly: "You didn't expect that, Miss, I am the best in the world at using poison. Even in this open place, as long as I have a slight thought, you won't be able to use it even if you have great skills."
"Monster, witch..." someone struggled.
Lin Wanqing glanced at the struggling ordinary people with some regret and said, "Just blame yourself for helping this traitor."
She took two steps forward and looked at Yue'e: "The first time I saw you, I was wondering, how could a woman like you, with no family background at all, open a cloth shop? Later I found out, you don't know how many shameful things you've done, don't you? You dress up so glamorously every day, it's really..."
Yue'e suddenly spoke up: "So that's how it is, you are jealous of me?"
Lin Wanqing frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"You are jealous of me, little sister, aren't you?" Yue'e smiled.
Lin Wanqing suddenly felt angry. She wasn't jealous! She just hated the way this woman laughed and talked! Just like her dead sister!
"I'm telling you, I'm going to use the strongest poison on your face, leaving you wanting to live but not die, and only able to watch your body decay bit by bit!"
Lin Wanqing was so excited that she wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Xiao Changfeng.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Changfeng's face was serious: "She's fine."
"How could it be..."
Yue'e glanced at her and said, "Don't bother. Your tricks won't work here."
Lin Wanqing was startled and had a bad feeling in her heart.
Yue'e suddenly remembered that this girl hadn't known her background since they first met. She hadn't been hiding it, saying, "When I was learning poison, you were still asking your father for candied haws. My nickname at Wanbao Pavilion was Poison Embroidery Lady."
To be pretentious is to pretend, as adults say. You pretend to be pretentious in order to make your subordinates believe in you.
She certainly wouldn't say it was because the adults had warned her in advance. If she hadn't faced this girl's surprise attack, she might have really fallen into trouble today.
Lin Wanqing felt dizzy: "You, you!" She suddenly realized that the fragrance she exuded was mixed with a lighter scent, but she had not noticed it at all just now.
"You don't even let ordinary people go. You deserve to die." Yue'e shook her head and sighed.
Xiao Changfeng suddenly jumped up: "Die!" He had been using his internal skills to resist the poison gas since early in the morning, and he was in very good condition. Facing this monk who used poison, he was very confident!
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