Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 229 Scared 7
The last time she crossed over, she was poisoned by Xuanyuan Che, and this time, she was poisoned by Dong Linghuang again, NND, why is her luck so bad.

"This time, it's time for me to change my words. This poison is colorless, odorless, tangible, and melts in the mouth. If there is no antidote for an hour after taking the medicine, it will bleed to death from the seven orifices. The death is extremely tragic. After death, the body will die. Gradually rotted into a puddle of blood, and once exposed to the sun, the blood disappeared without a trace, this poison is called pain. "

After finishing speaking, she breathed in her ear, and Xiaoxiao immediately got goosebumps all over her body.

Thinking of the last time in that dark room, Dong Linghuang used that perverted water to corrupt the corpse, Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shudder.

"I'm afraid, so hurry up and tell the truth. If you dare to lie to me, then wait for Qiqiao to bleed."

Xiaoxiao swallowed her saliva, thinking about how to make him believe what she said.

"This... This was given to me by a little sister. Many days ago, a little sister fainted at the door of my house. I rescued her and went back. She ate and drank for nothing for several days, and there was no body What kind of silver, so I used this string of beads as a thank you gift, I didn't want it at first, but she insisted on my subordinates, so I..."

"So you accepted it?"

Xiaoxiao nodded, seeing his sneer, she hurriedly said, "What I said is true, that woman told me that her name was Xia Weiyang, that she was from Xia Guo, and she fainted in my house just to escape the king. The one at the door, she just stayed for a few days and then left, you must believe me."

Dong Linghuang looked at her with a frown and said after a while, "Where is your home?"

Xiaoxiao was taken aback, he really asked himself this question, her home, does she have a home?
Is Xia Guo's house her home?

"My home is at XX in Xiaguo."

Dong Linghuang took her hand without expression, trying to take the beads off her hand.

As soon as he touched the string of beads, his hand felt as if it had been pricked by hundreds of thousands of small needles, and he withdrew his hand in pain.

"What did you do to the beads?"

(End of this chapter)