Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

The fragrance and its color create a striking contrast.

It's like beneath Nan Niang's angelic skirt lies a devilish halberd handle!

Ah Ju opened her mouth.

Send it in.

I chewed it.

Xiao Gang and Xiao Zhi stared nervously at his face.

Maoqiu also raised its head and looked at him expectantly.

A-Ju's expression was complicated.

First, he frowned.

Then the frown slowly relaxed.

Then her eyes widened slightly.

Then—he slowly nodded.

"good."

Xiaoxia's eyes lit up, and her whole demeanor brightened.

"Really?!"

She was so excited she almost jumped up and grabbed Xiaozhi's arm.

"Did you hear that? Mr. Aju is right!"

Xiao Zhi nodded with a serious expression.

He heard it.

But he also saw that A-Ju's neck was turning black at a visible speed.

Ah Ju didn't say anything more.

He put the spoon down.

He turned around.

"I am leaving."

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

His steps were very steady.

His posture is very upright.

His demeanor still exudes the air of a master.

Xiao Gang and Pikachu exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems everything is alright.

A-Ju walked forward step by step.

His steps remained steady.

But only he knew that his upper body was numb.

It's not the ordinary kind of hemp.

It's a numbness that starts at the tip of the tongue, spreads all the way to the root of the tongue, then goes down the throat to the stomach, and then spreads from the stomach to the limbs and bones.

That pot of food was indeed very good.

It was so good that even he, who had tasted all kinds of poisons, thought after the first bite, "This is the ultimate poison."

But it is precisely because it is so good.

So much so that his more than thirty years of resistance to the poison were rendered useless at this moment.

He has almost no feeling in his upper body now.

As for leaving, it was because he couldn't let the younger generation see it!

He is a master of poison.

He is the head of the Crimson Dojo.

He's a seasoned veteran of the underworld, having roamed the world for decades.

How could I possibly be knocked out by a stew made by a little girl?!

No!

Absolutely not!

Take five more steps.

Just five more steps, out of their sight, just reach that place—!!!

A-Ju's vision began to blur.

The door in front of me split into two pieces, then into four, and then overlapped, becoming a blurry shadow.

My legs started to feel weak.

The numbness had spread to his limbs, and now he was relying on his willpower to take every step he took!

Three steps.

Two steps.

step.

Ah Ju gritted her teeth.

Everything had gone completely black before his eyes.

But thanks to decades of instinct, he still maintains an upright back and a steady gait.

His hand touched the doorknob.

A cold sensation came from his fingertips—the only part of his body that still had feeling.

Push open the door.

go out.

Close the door.

All in one go.

"thump!"

.......

"I go out for a while."

Xiao Zhi stood up.

Xiao Gang was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong, Ash?"

"nothing."

Xiao Zhi shook his head, touching his backpack as he walked towards the door.

"I just suddenly wanted to go out for some fresh air."

That's the level of achievement.

Senior...you're a real man!

144. All the trainers who come here are great benefactors!

The next day.

Unaware that she had accomplished a solo kill against a near-superstar, Xiaoxia walked out of the room in a daze.

Under the enthusiastic invitation of Ah Xing, who was having a great time eating Maoqiu and dared not touch it at all.

The three of them decided to spend the night resting in their room at the dojo.

It must be said that although Ah Ju's residence, the master of poison, is mysterious in every way, the guest rooms are surprisingly comfortable.

The bed was soft, the bedding had a faint herbal scent, and even the curtains provided just the right amount of blackout.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

Even trainers who specialize in poison-type moves don't spend all their free time with poison.

When it's time to enjoy life, this near-superstar-level dojo master clearly knows how to treat himself well.

"Haaah—"

Yawning deeply, Xiaoxia rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room.

Before she could even fully open her eyes, she smelled a fragrance.

It's the aroma of fried eggs, mixed with the savory scent of grilled sausage and the unique wheat fragrance of freshly baked bread.

My stomach growled appropriately.

Following the scent to the living room, I saw Xiaozhi, Xiaogang, and Axing sitting around the dining table.

They had obviously gotten up very early.

"Good morning... um?"

Just as she was about to say hello, Xia's mind hadn't even processed what was happening yet.

Ash and Brock are now each on one side.

They simply put a backpack on him and stuffed a freshly baked sandwich into his mouth.

"it is good!"

Xiao Zhi clapped his hands.