Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Young master, my explanation is... you go to die!"

As Murong Jingyue spoke, he suddenly became violent.

Holding the long sword, he stabbed towards Lin Pingzhi's chest.

There was a "clang".

Lin Pingzhi stretched out his two fingers.

Clamp Murong Jingyue's long sword directly.

Murong Jingyue couldn't move his long sword.

At the same time with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

With an empty hand, he waved it directly.

A green poisonous mist rushed towards Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi neither dodged nor evaded.

Let the poisonous mist invade the body.

"You are dead. This is the poison I developed with hundreds of poisonous insects. The poisoned person will fester and die within seven breaths!"

Murong Jingyue laughed wildly.

He didn't expect that Lin Pingzhi would dare to face his own poisonous mist.

He has not yet developed an antidote for this poisonous mist.

He didn't believe that Lin Pingzhi could get rid of the poison within seven breaths.

"and then?"

Lin Pingzhi looked at him jokingly.

He still had a calm smile on his face.

It's as if it's not poisoned.

Seven breaths are fleeting.

Murong Jingyue looked at Lin Pingzhi with horror in his eyes.

What the hell is going on here?

This newly developed poison by myself.

Hundreds of human lives were used to test.

No one can hold seven breaths.

"You...why are you not poisoned..."

Murong Jingyue's voice trembled slightly.

For him, Lin Pingzhi's current state made him feel a little unbelievable.

"Why didn't you get poisoned?"

Lin Pingzhi laughed.

"I'm poisoned."

His smile became brighter and brighter.

Under Murong Jingyue's suspicious eyes.

Lin Pingzhi's expression was instantly cold.

"I forgot to tell you, I have refined the Manggu Vermilion Clam, and it is invulnerable to all poisons."

he said with a smile.

Murong Jingyue was stunned for a moment.

Manggu Zhu clam?

Invincible?

"No! It's impossible! Manggu vermilion clam is a legendary poison, how could it really exist!"

Murong Jingyue could no longer hold the sword in his hand.

He looked at Lin Pingzhi in horror.

Full of disbelief.

"Even if Manggu Vermilion Clam really exists, how can you bear his toxicity?"

Murong Jingyue couldn't believe this kind of thing, which subverted his common sense.

"Ah."

Lin Pingzhi smiled contemptuously.

He just liked seeing Murong Jingyue like this.