Seeing Yang Yi spitting blood continuously, without waiting for his reply, she continued, "Because I intend to dig out your eyeballs before you die."
Yang Yi shuddered.
"I haven't been in the Marshal's Mansion for long, but you've looked at me with those disgusting eyes many times, right? From the first time you looked at me with that disgusting look, I swore that before you die, I would dig out your eyes and make you understand that there are some people you can't covet.
Gouging out your eyeballs is a minor matter. What I hate most is your wicked hands, which concocted such a vicious Seven Flower Poison! If it weren't for you, the Crown Prince wouldn't have been poisoned since childhood, dragging his sick body for so many years to compete with Murong Qingyu. Every time I think of that damned Seven Flower Poison, I wish I could cut you, the instigator, into pieces and execute you by slow slicing!
Murong Xiao, who had originally said with an expressionless face that he wanted to dig out Yang Yi's eyes, became ferocious after talking about Qian Yeming being poisoned.
Before he could finish his words, an arm pulled him tightly into its embrace.
Gently patting Murong Xiao's back, Qian Yeming felt touched but also worried.
His Xiao'er carried too much hatred, which she hid very well on weekdays, but once it was revealed, it would be a fight to the death.
He hadn't known what had happened in their previous life, so he had let her bear the heavy hatred alone. But now that he knew, he absolutely didn't want her personality to become distorted because of this hatred.
He will avenge their hatred and bear her pressure.
He just hoped that she and their unborn child would be well, healthy and happy.
Feeling Qian Yeming's comfort and the most beautiful embrace in the world, Murong Xiao's ferocious face gradually returned to calm and cold.
Looking at Qian Yeming who cherished Murong Xiao so much, and then looking at Murong Xiao who was so fierce but now nestled in Qian Yeming's arms like a gentle cat, Yang Yi suddenly realized.
"Just now... it was you!" The Poison King Yang Yi, whose voice was already hoarse, became even hoarser and dimmer after being kicked by Qian Yeming and suffering internal injuries.
Qian Yeming still held Murong Xiao tightly in his arms, gently pressing her face against his chest to prevent her from looking at Yang Yi's ugly face, and said coldly: "Yes, it is this king."
Yang Yi shook his head in disbelief: "How...how is this possible? The Seven Flower Poison...cannot be used in martial arts."
"You don't need to worry about my affairs."
Yang Yi looked at Qian Yeming, who had completely changed from his usual gentle demeanor. At that moment, his jet-black robe fluttered in the wind, like a soaring hawk, overlooking its food from the sky.
But he could smell it, he could feel it, his mark was still on him.
"Hahahaha... cough cough... even if... you have internal energy, so what? If I... if I die, you'll never be able to detoxify! And if anyone... has the drug that caused the poison in your body, you... you will definitely die!"
"Your Seven Flower Poison, do you think it's that great? Didn't you just hear my wife say, 'The waves behind push the waves ahead, and the waves ahead die on the beach?'"
Yang Yi was shocked and said in a devastated tone, "Impossible! Impossible! You... you clearly still have that poison in you!"
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