Gourmet Farm: Your Highness, I can't get enough to feed

Chapter 382

Yun Buhuan responded, "Let's wait and see what happens, if she really wants to die, then let her!"

The indifferent words made Yunfeng secretly heave a sigh of relief.

"Yun Buhuan, do their brothers and sisters have any plans for you?"

"Conspiracy doesn't count, it's just that they can't offend me. If they turn against me, they will lose my support for them!"

Yun Buhuan thought for a while, "Xiao Miao, you still have to be more careful with Feng Ziqing and Feng Zinuo in the future."

"I know." She wasn't so stupid as to relax her guard, Feng Ziqing's turning point today is really big, Feng Zinuo loves Feng Ziqing so much, sooner or later, Feng Ziqing will ruin his business because of Feng Ziqing .

Feng Zinuo didn't dare to delay, Nangong Ziyu began to check his legs when he returned to the villa, Zhao Xiaomiao and Yun Buhuan naturally followed, wanting to see what happened to Nangong Ziyu's legs?

Lifting Nangong Ziyu's legs, Zhao Xiaomiao didn't see the wound on his legs. There was no injury to his legs, but he couldn't stand up. Zhao Xiaomiao was a little surprised by this situation.

"When did your legs start to lose the ability to stand!"

"It's poisoning. I have been poisoned since I was a child, and I can't walk!"

"Since childhood?"

Feng Zinuo pressed his leg, "Does it hurt?"

"No consciousness!"

Hearing Nangong Ziyu's words, Feng Zinuo took out the silver needle and stabbed it into his leg. Nangong Ziyu didn't respond at all. He pulled out the needle and looked at the black surface of the silver needle. Feng Zinuo's face was a little ugly.

"It seems that the other party wants your life, not your legs!"

"It was my master who saved my life. Although I can't die, this leg is useless!"

Nangong Ziyu's tone was very indifferent, as if he was describing other people's affairs, Zhao Xiaomiao felt distressed by that indifferent attitude, what is the identity of Nangong Ziyu?

How could someone be born wanting him to die?
It seems that I am not the saddest.

"Both legs are full of poison, the upper legs are normal, your master's medical skills are not bad!"

After Feng Zinuo finished speaking, he took out a bottle and poured out a pill for him, "Take it."

Nangong Ziyu swallowed the pill, not questioning whether the pill would kill him at all, Zhao Xiaomiao admired that calm face.

"Nangong Ziyu, has this always been your way since childhood?"

Nangong Ziyu glanced at her, "Didn't you say that you are good at making food? Can you make me something special?"

Zhao Xiaomiao nodded, "I'll go to the kitchen to see what's there."

"Xi, stay with Xiao Miao, don't let anyone bully her!"

Xi Ying followed Zhao Xiaomiao out, Yun Buhuan looked at Feng Zinuo, "Is his leg healed?"

Feng Zinuo stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Yes, but it is very difficult. His body is almost full of poison. It is really a miracle that he can survive. If I guess correctly, your master is a ghost doctor of poison." Hand ghost burning the sky?"

"Ok!"

Nangong Ziyu responded indifferently, but there was still no major emotional change.

"Poison doctor with ghostly hands and ghosts, Fentian? Is he the most feared poison doctor in the world?"

Yun Buhuan was a little surprised, he didn't expect Nangong Ziyu's master to be him?

"Master doesn't like others to know about him, so don't ask too much!"

"Speaking of quirks, that's his real quirk!"

Feng Zinuo looked at Yun Buhuan, "I never thought his apprentice would be met by you and brought to find me!"

"Are you sure?"

Yun Buhuan looked at Nangong Ziyu, and it seemed that the affairs of Nangong's family were more mysterious than he knew.

(End of this chapter)