Dressed as a sweet bag in the heart of a tyrant

Chapter 243 I was poisoned to death in a while, and I am not responsible.

There is no light at the bottom of the tiankeng all year round, and the yin here is relatively heavy, so there are many poisons.

As Wuyou, who is both a doctor and a poisoner, and now has a space, it can be said that he is like a fish in water here.

He quickly put all the poisonous flowers and weeds into the space.

Thinking of the medicine field in front of the courtyard gate in the space, he flashed into the space with a flash of inspiration.

Of course, as always, in a spiritual way.

Wuyou pondered a lot in the space, and finally fully grasped how to use the space.

It's no wonder he couldn't touch the little milk baby before, feelings are just a matter of thought.

No, all the herbs in the space flew to the medicine field with one thought, and then fell headlong into the ground.

He poured some water on the medicinal materials, and then began to study the rest of the medicinal materials.

In space, it is isolated from the world, day and night.

Therefore, when Wuyou researched it, he forgot the time.

I do not know how long it has been?

The body that has been out of space for a long time has protested!

Do not know why there is severe pain in the legs?

And the stomach growled with hunger.

Only then did Wuyou finally wake up from the 'forgetting sleep and food'.

Enduring severe pain and hunger, he continued to develop the poison.

After another cup of tea, a white medicine bottle slowly floated in front of my eyes.

Wuyou raised his eyebrows, and said with a laugh: "Finally, the research has been done, and now the little baby is finally saved!"

No longer caring about anything else, with a thought of Wuyou, the spirit body returned to the body.

Before he had time to open his eyes, pain hundreds of times more intense than what he felt in the space swept through his body.

"What's going on?" Wuyou frowned tightly: "Could it be that my son was attacked by black air?"

He slowly opened his eyes, only to realize that he was actually sitting under a big tree.

Then look down...

"..." Wuyou.

He stared at the little fox that was still eating his thigh with black lines, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Before the little fox realized that he had woken up, Wuyou secretly circulated his internal force, grabbed the little fox by the neck, and threw it into the space without any hassle.

What space cannot store living things?
After what goes in, there is no doubt that you will die?

Damn Dutt!
Since this little guy dared to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and gnaw his bones while his spirit body entered the space!

Then he will fight back with fire, and never show mercy.

Wuyou lowered his head and treated the wound, then sprinkled the powder on it, gritted his teeth and said, "Almost! Almost!"

"It's just a little short!"

"My son is a mother, and I will have no children and grandchildren!"

He tore off the hem of his inner clothes, and after carefully bandaging the wound, he supported the big tree behind him and stood up tremblingly.

I don't know when, the forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and the back was already soaked.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the underground palace.

She pursed her lips, clenched her teeth and endured the pain, and flew away lightly on her toes.

Unexpectedly, when he finally arrived at the destination, the old monk and his guards were all standing at the door, frowning.

When everyone saw Wuyou's figure, they were overjoyed.

"Worriless benefactor, you are here!" Heng Kong clasped his hands together, walked quickly to Wuyou, and was taken aback suddenly: "Huh? Where's Mi benefactor? Why isn't she with you?"

"..." Wuyou.

He pursed his lips, and said with a gloomy face: "Just as my apprentice and I went down to the sinkhole, she was swept in by a black mist."

"What!" Heng Kong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said with a look of shock: "That thing, that thing is still there?"

In this way, the old man, the master, may be in danger.

Thinking of this, Hengkong's face turned pale, and he immediately attacked the black gate regardless.

Seeing this, the other old monks also used their internal energy one after another, attacking Heimen desperately.

Wuyou snorted coldly, and said mockingly: "A bunch of idiots! If I could smash it open, would I still be standing here?"

After a pause, he continued: "It's just a little internal strength, let's save it! Don't go in when the time comes, you don't even have the ability to protect yourself."

"..." The monks.

All the guards echoed in unison, solemnly: "Yes, what our pavilion master said makes sense."

"..." Wu Ya twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly.

"..." The old monks pursed their lips tightly, their eyes were unhappy.

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment, each of them lowered their heads and said nothing.

Seeing this, Guardian Zuo's expression brightened a lot.

He walked up to Wuyou, saluted and asked, "Pavilion Master, what should we do next?"

At the end, he added with a solemn face: "Young Pavilion Master was swept in by the black mist, and now his life and death are unknown, we have to find a way to go in and save people as soon as possible!"

Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words: "Young Pavilion Master?"

He didn't know that his subordinates actually called Little Nailboy Young Pavilion Master in private.

Well, that sounds pretty good.

After all, Little Nailboy is the only one who has inherited all his advantages, so it is just right for him to be the Young Pavilion Master.

"Yes?" Zuo Hufa was stunned for a moment, and said with a blank face: "Isn't Miss Mi your only direct disciple? If she is not the young master, then who is the young master?"

In fact, they have always called Mino the young master in private, but the pavilion master has not announced it yet, so they keep calling her Miss Mi in person.

"Yes, you're right." Wuyou's face was full of complacency, and he shook a folding fan out of nowhere: "Pass down the order, and when you see the little milk baby in the future, everyone must respectfully address you as young host!"

He has always been used to being free and undisciplined, so he never thought of this.

On the contrary, the group of boys under his hands thought of him earlier.

"Yes."

The guardians on the left and right, including the rest of the guards, all clasped their fists to accept the order, their voices were especially loud under the deep sinkhole.

Echoes pierced the valley, returning from all directions.

The momentum is like a broken bamboo, and the momentum is magnificent!
Wu Ya sat on the ground with a pale face, and couldn't bear to complain: "Don't you want to save people? If you delay like this, don't talk about saving people, let's wait for the body to be collected!"

"..." Wuyou choked.

He glared at Wu Ya with a dark face: "Black Crow, shut your stinky mouth!"

After a moment of silence, he said again: "Let me get out of the way, if you are poisoned to death in a while, I will not be responsible."

Although the medicine has been developed, he has not had time to research the antidote.

Therefore, except for his own body which is invulnerable to all poisons, other people who are infected will die.

"Yes!"

Before the old monks could react, everyone in the Ghost Doctor Pavilion had already scattered around reflexively, and they were a hundred meters away from Wuyou in one fell swoop.

In the air, the echo of their orders floated faintly.

"..." The monks and Wu Ya.

The old monks were about to escape, Wu Ya hurriedly shouted: "Master, save me..."

(End of this chapter)