Mo Qin cruelly told the truth without any apology:
"I'm sorry, there's no antidote for that poison. At least... I can't make one."
The spirit is the most fragile thing.
It is easy to make poison but difficult to detoxify. Even if the body is damaged by poison, it may not be able to recover, let alone the spirit?
Some things are broken and it is impossible to restore them.
Just like the original owner's body, I don't know if he can live more than ten years.
Xiao Haoyang clenched his sword-holding hand, he didn't believe this statement at all.
Is he really going to sit there and wait for death?
No, no, we must take him away before Yu Jing comes back!
He rushed forward with a sword in hand, the blade clanging and a cold light flashed by.
But this blow, which seemed to be made with all his strength, was extremely off target and hit the stone bench beside him.
Xiao Haoyang felt a pricking pain in his arm. He looked down and saw three long needles stuck in his right shoulder.
Clang——
The sword fell from his hand and he fell to his knees on the ground.
The strength in his body was rapidly draining away. Xiao Haoyang was extremely angry. He opened his mouth to curse, but found that he could not make a sound.
Panic and anger washed over him, and he began to regret it.
I shouldn't be so impulsive, I should take it step by step...
But it's too late now.
"I'm sorry, but you probably won't be able to walk out of here intact today."
Mo Qin took out a dagger, and the cold blade fell on Xiao Haoyang's wrist, cutting his skin. Bright red blood dripped, forming beautiful blood flowers.
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