The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1084 No Antidote (Fifth)

For his previous decision, Yang Wenxiao has already regretted it at this time.

If the poison on Emperor Yong'an could not be cured, then he would spend the rest of his life in frustration.

Moreover, this behavior greatly affects the father-son relationship.

He knew that his son had been poisoned, but he didn't tell him, because he was afraid of the so-called scaring the snake.

Is it important to scare the snake with the life of the son?

Have it? !
Absolutely not.

His son is the king of a country, the lord of Daqi, and the backbone of Daqi!

So when he saw Jia Cheng now, he didn't ask the reason or the process, but only asked for the antidote.

He needs an antidote!
Jia Cheng is a 50-year-old man with a thin body and gray hair. Now that he has been exposed to cold water, he looks extremely old and haggard.

He was paralyzed on the ground, apparently Tong Sanlang had taken care of him before.

Hearing Yang Wenxiao's question at this moment, he shook his body a few times and said, "There is no antidote for the flower of hell."

His voice was rough, like a shovel being scratched on a concrete slab, and the listener frowned involuntarily.

What is even more frowning is the content of his words: the flower of hell has no antidote.

Qiao Xiaomai's two eyebrows were twisted into knots, and the appearance of a poppy flower appeared in his mind, thick and fiery, beautiful and vicious, indeed worthy of the four words "hell flower".

Sure enough, there is no antidote.

Once addicted, the impact will be lifelong. It is not a virus that cannot be completely eliminated by drugs. It causes damage to the brain that cannot be healed for life.

Emperor Yong'an, Yao Xian, Yang Zheng, and Feng Huihui were obviously addicted.

How to do? !

Just when Qiao Xiaomai raised his heart, Yang Wenxiao clenched his hands behind his back into fists. He heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "There is no antidote?"

"There is no antidote." Jia Cheng coughed violently a few times as he spoke, and his thin body shook a few times on the ground. With his face pressed against the cold and wet ground, he said slowly, "The flower of hell is a kind of flower in the south. Plants can be used as medicine, but if you take too much, you will become addicted.”

"After being addicted, people can't live without it. No one can leave it... You can only continue to take it. It can be as little as five years or as long as ten years. People will become skinny and skinny, and they will be neither human nor ghost."

"The Supreme Emperor, I was originally from the southern tribe. I was persecuted and fled to Daqi. I was rescued by Old Master Liu. I belong to the Liu family. I have been in the palace for many years, just to wait for this moment."

"When Duan Wang went to Bailu Town, I secretly attacked."

"It's just that I didn't expect that you, an old man, will be dictatorial with an iron fist, and the Liu family will be wiped out by you without a chance to resist."

Hearing this, Yang Wenxiao exhaled softly, and a sneer appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and asked, "The Liu family lost so quickly, why do you need yourself again, wouldn't it be good to live in peace?"

"Master Liu saved my life, and I want to pay him back."

"I can't see that you are still such a person who values ​​love and righteousness." Yang Wenxiao gritted his teeth, although he still had a smile on his face, the coldness in his eyes was almost freezing.

Jia Cheng naturally felt the obvious killing intent, and he shook his body twice, "My lady walked along the secret road as early as last night, and now she has already left the boundary of the capital. Not hers."

"I've got my wish, you want to kill me or cut me to pieces."

The revenge of the Liu family has been avenged, his wife has left, and he has fulfilled his wish. When he was captured by Tong Sanlang, he had the will to die.

Kill or cut whatever you want!
(End of this chapter)