Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 1189 [Huarong Chapter] What kind of poison should I use on you?
"Rongrong, are you implying something to me?" Feng Jianchou shook his head helplessly, and when he looked up, he saw Ye Wuxin just turned his head.

He couldn't help but frown again.

He had an intuition that what happened at the Chasing Gate back then must be related to this woman.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's think about how to detoxify this puppet corpse."

Huarong glared at him, and changed the subject, this person is real, he will reveal his true nature within a few words.

It seems that Long Yuan's spiritual power is not enough now, how can he detoxify?
They arranged Feng Sheng to lie on the bed, and went back to the outer room. Ye Wuxin's acupuncture points were tapped and she couldn't move, as if she was really at the mercy of others.

It's just that she didn't look panicked, but rather determined.

"Ye Wuxin, what you want is not only Feng Jianchou to marry you, right? What other ambitions do you have?"

Hua Rong walked to another chair and sat down, and asked with frowned eyebrows.

"Little girl, are you interrogating me? Just come and kill me, and see if you can save Feng Sheng. This chasing wind gate is already under my control. Do you really think you can get out easily? "

Ye Wuxin's voice seemed a little sinister.

When Huarong thought of the suffering he had suffered on her, and almost turned into a fat man with edema, the anger in his heart was not in one place.

She suddenly pulled out the whip, just sat there, and swung it towards her from a distance.

It fell just as it was about to hit her face.

"Ye Wuxin, as long as we have you in our hands, we still have the trump card. If you don't want to say something, we will find a way to ask it. In this world, you are not the only one who can use poison. I should use it to you." What kind of poison is it?"

Huarong stretched out her hand to caress her whip, pretending to be thinking.

The others didn't speak, and let her play.

"You must not care about poison, otherwise, you wanted to disfigure me and turn me into a bloody person... Then, I will apply some muscle-removing lotion on the whip and beat you with a whip. Pumping on your body, let your skin fester inch by inch,
I think, when the time comes, those chasing the wind door will not recognize you, so how can they listen to you?

(End of this chapter)