Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 322 Don't worry, play with them

Ying Zige could not help but sigh in his heart, quite impatiently.

"This……"

The master poison user who pretended to be the shopkeeper felt a chill running down his spine and couldn't help talking about his neck.

My mind was a little bit confused.

Nima!

After living for so long, I have only seen my own poison and scared the shit out of me.

Those with stronger strength and stronger hearts will smile reluctantly, but their faces must be pale.

But I have never seen anyone who took the initiative to poison himself.

Is this kid still a human?
"Would you like some tea?"

"I have better tea here, I'm afraid you won't dare to drink it."

At this moment, one of the middle-aged man with mustache smiled coldly.

The slanting eyes were full of sarcasm.

While speaking, he took out a small clay bottle.

There are flying dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, and a carved phoenix looks very luxurious.

hiss!
Some of the poison masters couldn't help but took a deep breath, their eyes full of shock.

The world is poisonous, and the sunset is a phoenix.

It is said that this poison is very vicious. Although it has a strange fragrance, once it is ingested, it will inevitably rot, and the process is very slow.

The poisoned person will mourn for at least three hours before dying through the intestines.

This kind of poison, because it is too vicious, has been discarded by many poison masters, but they did not expect that there are still people who keep it.

"It looks pretty good, so shall I try it?"

Ying Zige raised his eyebrows and smiled very calmly.

Immediately interested.

Along the way, the two old men from Hanjialing were like logs, lifeless, Wu Ying Zige was so bored that he almost scratched his head.

There are so many people playing with themselves now.

Of course, have fun with them.

"Okay, since you want to drink, I'll give it to you."

The mustache froze for a moment, then smiled coldly and waved his palm.

Whoosh!
The bottle was like a sharp hidden weapon, piercing through the air and making a loud noise.

Those masters who knew this thing all took a few steps back, their faces full of nervousness.

This poison, whether taken orally or externally, or even smelled, will work.

This character is sent out with a hidden weapon, even if the opponent reaches out to catch it, the fragile bottle will definitely shatter.

On the surface, it seems that the bottle is sent there, but in fact, there are endless murderous intentions hidden.

"Son!"

Han Long frowned, raising everything he had, I just wanted to give him the poison.

However, the moment his palms itch.

There was another figure beside him, but it was Ying Zige who reached out and took the bottle.

Uh?
Seeing the scene in front of them, the assassins couldn't help being stunned, and tightly clenched their weapons.

At this moment, he finally understood that the other party was a top expert.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to catch the flimsy bottle lightly?
next second!
They even took a few steps back, maintaining the maximum distance.

His heart was beating wildly like a gust of wind and rain.

Beware that Ying Zige would throw the poison over.

After all, with their usual strength, they couldn't easily catch the bottle.

But the next moment!
"This stuff smells pretty good."

"It must be delicious!"

Ying Zige opened the bottle and took a sip, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Under the bewildered eyes of everyone, he raised his neck without hesitation.

It's done!

"This!"

The faces of the two old men from Hanjialing were pale and they were stunned.

I couldn't come back to my senses for a while.

Not to mention those top assassins, each with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open, as if they were painted stone figures in the blink of an eye.

Even forget to breathe.

"It's very sweet, and has a peach flavor. What's even more rare is that the bottle looks very old. I didn't expect the contents to be so fresh."

"Whether it is the taste or the sweetness, it has reached the state of the state. Not bad."

"However, I still prefer the tea."

Ying Zige smiled and praised with satisfaction!

Whoa!
Those assassins were all shocked.

All of them looked terrified, as if they had seen a ghost.

Jingle Jingle!

A few of the less courageous ones dropped their weapons to the ground in their bewilderment, without knowing it.

"This! How is this possible? He actually drank it directly!"

"You only need to drink a drop of this thing, and it will attack immediately. The pain is unbearable. Let alone a person, even a horse will definitely roll on the ground in pain."

"But him!"

"Not only does he not look in pain, but he enjoys it... Is this kid a human or a ghost?"

"This is a bit beyond common sense!"

"Wait... It is absolutely impossible for someone to drink this kind of poison without any reaction. It can only show that this is not the main thing we imagined at all."

After a brief shock, some people who thought they were smart immediately showed expressions of sudden realization.

Yes, it must be the mustache, there is no real poison at all.

What a cracked case!

In an instant, suspicious eyes all fell on the face of the mustache.

Even the two old men in Hanjialing looked at him suspiciously.

I was thinking about one thing at the same time.

Who is this person, and why did he come up with a fake poison?

But at this moment, the character mustache, the mouth is wide open, and the chin almost fell directly to the ground.

"This! This is absolutely impossible! This is a poison I have treasured for a long time."

"Three days ago, I used one of the drops in the bottle to kill a war horse!"

"There's no way it could go wrong!"

"Could it be, but someone switched the package?"

His mind was blank, talking to himself, always feeling that this matter was extremely bizarre.

It was completely beyond his cognition.

"Is there anything else good to drink?"

"You can bring it here and let me taste it. My son will not refuse anyone who comes today."

At this time, Ying Zige put a fork on his waist, looking like a heifer going to heaven.

But he was broken.

Immediately!

The master among the assassins was furious.

Nima!

Look down on who is this?
He just drank a bottle of fake poison to see if this kid was broken.

"I have a bottle of Bright Moon Grass here!"

"I wonder if you dare to drink?"

At this moment, an old man with a sense of immortality walked out slowly with his hands behind his back, with a very proud tone.

There is even more provocation in the eyes.

hiss!
It just caused a burst of exclamation, and some young masters of poison use sucked the yang energy so that the roots of the teeth became sore, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

It was at this moment that they finally realized how new they were to the world.

The poison that the mustache took out just now is out of print poison, which is what they dreamed of concocting.

It turned out to be a bottle of fake poison.

However, this kind of surprise was not over yet, and the Bright Moon Immortal Grass unexpectedly surfaced again.

(End of this chapter)