Mo Bici did not struggle, nor was she afraid of Mo Yunzhao; all she felt was madness and smugness.
"I refined it myself; my entire body is poisonous."
Mo Bici smiled as she watched her apply the medicine powder. "Mo Yunzhao, are you scared?"
Mo Yunzhao said with a stern face, "What's so scary about a mere poisoner?"
"Not afraid of one?" Mo Bici laughed wildly. "What if there are ten, or a hundred?"
She looked up, her eyes bloodshot and filled with hatred.
She watched as Mo Yunzhao furrowed his beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows, then smiled again, "Are you scared?"
One poisonous person can harm an area; ten, a hundred, or even more poisonous people can destroy a city.
Mo Yunzhao looked up at her, "With His Highness the Crown Prince, a divine physician, what do you think I have to be afraid of?"
When Ling Jingyu was mentioned, a hint of tenderness flashed in Mo Bici's eyes, but it was quickly swallowed up by more hatred.
"Let alone the fact that His Highness is busy treating the plague in Sunjia Village and doesn't have time to spare, even if he did have time, how many of these infected people could he save?"
Mo Yunzhao stared at her for a long time, then nodded, "Alright, you're very capable. Tell me first who turned you into a poison person."
In her past life, she was transformed into a poison person, and she knew the power of poison people.
But she also knew that creating a poison human was not an easy task.
After all, to become a poisoner, one needs a good constitution, not to mention those precious and rare medicinal herbs.
In her past life, all she knew was that he had spent his entire life cultivating only one poison.
It's her.
Because of her special physical condition.
As for Mo Bici...
Mo Yunzhao raised his eyebrows and looked Mo Bici up and down. Her eyes were sunken, her face was bluish-purple, and even her exposed skin had a dark aura.
If we don't kill her today, she won't live more than three days.
This is a poisonous humanoid that was failed to be refined, and its lethality is not that great.
However, she never knew who had turned her into a poisoner until her death.
Mo Bici felt her anger burn even more intensely as she was being looked at so calmly by Mo Yunzhao.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her face contorted with rage, exuding a fierce intensity.
“If you do as I say, I will tell you. Of course, I can also tell you where these hundred poisoners are.”
She hated Mo Yunzhao's arrogant and condescending attitude, his disdain for the world as if he were looking down on ants and clowns.
She considered killing Mo Yunzhao, but letting her die would be too easy for her.
She wanted Mo Yunzhao to suffer a hundred times more than she had, and then live a life of misery.
Mo Yunzhao put his hands behind his back and walked around Mo Bici.
Did he tell you that you're a failed toxic person?
Mo Bici disliked being led around like this. "Impossible. I am a very successful poisoner. I can kill whoever I want in the future. You will all be afraid of me."
Mo Yunzhao paused, then smiled.
"I'm not afraid."
The childish voice drew their attention.
The little beggar was squatting on the ground, his dirty hands touching the blood that had splattered from Mo Bici's severed hand, leaving a small puddle.
The poisonous blood was still corroding the blue bricks, making a sizzling sound.
When the little beggar saw them looking over, he simply pressed his hands down as if it were a game, and they were immediately stained with poisonous blood.
Mo Yunzhao wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
The little beggar raised his hand, stained with poisoned blood, blinked his bright eyes, and wrinkled his little face in disgust.
"It just smells really bad, worse than dog poop, but I don't notice anything else."
Mo Bici's smugness was dealt a severe blow at this moment.
She thought the toxin was something everyone would fear, but it turned out that even a little beggar wasn't afraid of it?
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