But the two of them soon gave up. The adults were doing business inside, and they would be in danger of death if something unexpected happened.
Moreover, Linglong looked like an inexperienced young man, and there was no fun in playing with him. At most, he had a nice face.
Hearing the noises in the room getting louder and louder, mixed with sobbing, the two became even more distracted.
Linglong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two were no longer looking at him. He carefully hid aside and waited for Qingyan to come out.
About half an hour later, Qingyan went to see Zheng Chengyun, and found herself dead. Her eyes were wide open with dilated pupils, her face was ashen, and there was some white foam around her mouth.
Qingyan laughed, confirming that Zheng Chengyun was completely dead, and then twisted some marks on her skin. Then she messed up her hair and took a quick look.
She acted like she had been ravaged, and imitated Zheng Chengyun's voice and said, "Someone, send Young Master Qingyan back."
The guards outside the door hurried back, and soon Qingyan opened the door and said to the inside: "Thank you very much, sir. Have a good rest, Qingyan will take her leave."
Qingyan almost staggered out. Linglong saw Qingyan's miserable appearance and ran over crying to put a cloak on Qingyan.
Qingyan leaned on Linglong to steady herself: "No need to trouble you two, I can go back by myself."
The two looked at each other, and they dared not disobey Zheng Chengyun's orders.
But if they leave, there will be no one guarding this place.
However, the two of them decided to follow Zheng Chengyun's words and send Qingyan back.
"No need, Young Master Qingyan, come with me. The master asked my two brothers to send you back." After saying that, he glanced at Qingyan's neck with a hidden look.
The wound on Qingyan's neck was twisted by himself, but he pretended to be embarrassed and angry and turned away.
In the end, it was the two of them who saw Qingyan off. After sending Qingyan back to the inn, they drove the carriage back.
Qingyan sat in the room of the inn, muttering to herself, "Zheng Chengyun is dead."
A faint sound was heard in the air and then quickly disappeared. Qingyan stood up and leaned against the window, looking at the street in the dark, wondering what she was thinking.
Han Xiao had already fallen asleep when he received the message. Hearing a few knocks outside the window, Han Xiao opened his eyes vigilantly.
After taking a look at his young master who was already fast asleep, Han Xiao quietly got up from the bed.
Pushing open the door, Han Xiao saw a man in black leaning lazily against a pillar in the corridor in the moonlight outside.
Seeing Han Xiao coming out, the man in black raised his head and it was Black Hawk. Although Black Hawk still had no expression on his face, the excitement in his eyes was not concealed.
"Qingyan has succeeded." Still with the same calm tone.
Han Xiao was not surprised at all. In his opinion, as long as everything went according to plan, Zheng Chengyun would definitely die with Qingyan's ability.
"That's good. Is there anything else, Lord Black Hawk?" Han Xiao didn't believe that he would make a special trip in person just for this Black Hawk.
Black Hawk changed his posture and said a little uncomfortably, "Do you still have that poison?"
Han Xiao looked at Black Hawk in surprise. He didn't expect that Black Hawk actually wanted this thing. Aren't there many poisons in ancient times that can kill instantly?
Han Xiao, who couldn't figure it out, asked directly. Black Hawk was speechless and looked at Han Xiao as if he was an idiot.
Han Xiao was a little frightened by his gaze and couldn't help but ask again: "Isn't it?"
Black Hawk now truly knew that Han Xiao was a half-baked poison. "Most common poisons are slow-acting poisons, and even then they are very rare. It's rare to see such a rapid reaction. Compared to the poison you sent, the others are far too dangerous, and the detoxification is so easy."
Han Xiao was silent for a moment, then slapped his head. He blamed himself for reading too many martial arts novels in the past and for having been misled by the TV series.
"So that's how it is. How much do you need?" Han Xiao remembered that there were still some that he asked Xing Yi to put away. Shouldn't that be enough for Black Hawk?
Black Hawk hesitated and stretched out a finger. He thought that this kind of poison was so powerful that it must be rare, so he didn't dare to ask for more.
Han Xiao laughed as he watched Black Hawk's movements: "That's all! That might be a bit difficult."
Black Hawk suddenly felt disappointed. It seemed that he was too reckless. It was such a rare move, how could Han Xiao give it to him easily.
"What you want is too little. Xing Yi has another bag. You can take it. I don't need it anyway." Han Xiao shrugged and said easily.
"A pack?" Black Hawk's expression was about to crack.
"Yeah, one pack is still a lot of waste, but it should be enough for you. If it's not enough, just tell me."
Black Hawk could no longer maintain his composure and stepped forward, grabbing Han Xiao's shoulders and shaking him: "Do you know what you are saying?"
Han Xiao felt dizzy from being shaken by him and turned around to avoid Black Hawk's grip. "Isn't it just some poison? I have more if you want. If you like it, I'll make it for you. But remember to give it a name. From what you said, this thing is quite powerful, so we can't keep calling it poison."
Black Hawk looked at Han Xiao in disbelief, and was very glad that Han Xiao was now on the side of the Third Young Master, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with such a difficult person.
Black Hawk mentally labeled Han Xiao as someone not to be trifled with and prepared to retreat.
After Black Hawk left, Han Xiao stood outside for a while before going back.
He just said that on purpose, but Han Xiao was not wrong. He could indeed make a more toxic poison, which was very easy for a top chemistry student.
The purpose of saying this is to establish a personal image in front of Black Hawk.
Han Xiao knew that Black Hawk's attitude determined the Third Young Master's attitude. He could do so much for the Third Young Master, hoping that if the Third Young Master ascended to the throne one day, he would treat Ruanruan well.
In case he has other ideas at that time, he will have to think carefully about Han Xiao's approach.
It’s not that Han Xiao doesn’t trust the Third Young Master, but there are too many lessons in history that force Han Xiao to be on guard.
Without thinking too much, Han Xiao fell asleep quickly while holding the young master's soft and fragrant body. He needed to stay alert as there would be a good show to watch tomorrow.
The next morning.
Han Xiao was doing nothing in the study room with the young master, and the two of them were drawing in a sticky way.
The young master carefully sketched the characters in the painting, and Han Xiao made trouble from time to time.
The angry young master stepped hard on Han Xiao's foot: "Husband, please stop making trouble."
Han Xiao picked up another piece of fruit and handed it to the young master's mouth: "I don't have any, eat this first."
The young master bit it off with a "wu" sound and then pushed Han Xiao away to continue painting.
"Young Master!" Xing Yi knocked on the door outside.
Han Xiao straightened his expression and said softly, "Come in."
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