Young White Horse: Born with a Poisonous Body and a Sword that Slays the Heroes

Kui Zheng thought for a moment and immediately begged for mercy:

"I have done everything you ordered. Can you give me the antidote and let me go?"

"Oh, look at my brain!"

Wen Yanzhao slapped his head, pretending to be enlightened, and then continued:

"I never keep antidotes when I mix poison, because I can't be poisoned! I'm so sorry..."

"Ah this!"

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When Kui Zheng heard him say this, his face turned pale. He knelt down and kowtowed despite the pain in his chest:

"Young man, please be merciful and save my life! I will definitely repay you handsomely in the future..."

"No need for you to repay me, I'll just ask you to do me a favor now!"

Wen Yanzhao curled his lips and smiled evilly.

"Young man, please tell me. I will do as you say!"

"Don't tell anyone what happened today!"

Wen Yanzhao was still smiling, but there was a barely perceptible coldness in his eyes!

"Of course! Of course! I will keep my mouth shut when I go out!"

Kui Zheng kowtowed and did not notice the slight change in Wen Yanzhao's expression. He agreed as if he had been pardoned.

"laugh!"

"Idiot! Only dead people keep their mouths shut!"

With a slight sound, a stream of red and white stuff spurted out from behind Kui Zheng's head.

Looking at Wen Yanzhao again, he was making sword gestures with his hands, and the invisible sword energy condensed by the true energy had already pierced through Kui Zheng's head.

Kui Zheng fell backwards with a look of disbelief in his overly bulging eyes!

"Zhao'er, why did you kill him?"

Wenhujiujiu was not surprised, but felt that keeping this person might still be useful.

"Didn't you always teach me that the world is unpredictable and people are treacherous, and that I should kill decisively and not leave myself hidden dangers? Look how obedient I am! Uncle, does what I did today count as killing decisively? "

Wen Yanzhao asked playfully, not at all like the cold-faced young man who had just killed a Vajra Realm warrior with a wave of his hand.

Warming up the wine pot: (sweating soybeans…)

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Chapter 12: The long-lost Xiao Baili

Wen Hujiu expected that Wen Yanzhao would kill the Yan family, but his signing of the confession really made this poison swordsman who had been walking around the world for decades admire him.

When he first entered the martial arts world at such a young age, he knew how to do things perfectly, act swiftly, and kill decisively!

"What a talent! Big brother, the Wen family has a successor. It would be great if you were still alive!"

He warmed the pot of wine and held the jar in his hand, staring at Wen Yanzhao's back in a trance, as if it were just warming a cup of tea...

"Uncle, what are you daydreaming about?"

Seeing Wen Hujiu's dazed look, Wen Yanzhao suddenly turned around and asked

"Ah! It's okay. I... I was wondering how to deal with the bodies of the Yan family."

He was at a loss as to what to do when warming the wine. He lowered his head, wiped his eyes, and found an excuse.

"Deal with it? I think we should not deal with it! I am sure that the Yan family will not just send such a mediocre person, there must be a backup plan!"

Wen Yanzhao, who knew the original plot, was of course aware that the people in the shops outside the wine shop were all well-known experts in the underworld, and they were all spies planted by the Yan family in Longshou Street.

"Oh? Are you talking about those thieves outside?"

Wenhujiu is an old man with sharp eyes. He has seen the clues long ago.

Before he could finish his words, footsteps were heard from outside the wine shop...

"That's right, there are people outside, little uncle! Judging from the footsteps, there should be two people, one of whom knows some Kung Fu!"

Wen Yanzhao has extremely sensitive hearing. Even without the poisonous roar of a hundred miles, the slightest sound from dozens of feet away cannot escape his ears.

"You have a dog nose and cat ears!"

He squinted his eyes slightly while warming the pot of wine, and naturally heard the footsteps outside the door with his ears tilted.

"Why did that ghostly man let us go? I was really scared just now! I thought we were going to die there!"

"Boss, that man seems to know your background, and I always feel that he has an indescribable temperament, very subtle!"

The two people who were talking were Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng, who had just been let go by the Umbrella Ghost Su Muyu from Gu's outer street.

The two of them looked hurried and ran back to the Donggui Tavern.

Baili Dongjun was one step faster. As soon as he stepped into the main door of the tavern, he saw a male corpse lying in the middle of the floor. He was so shocked that he took two steps back and shouted:

"Murder! Come and pay us back, someone has been killed in our tavern!"

Baili Dongjun's handsome face turned pale with fear

He had been living a life of luxury since childhood, and it was the first time he saw a body that had been tragically killed. Naturally, he was horrified.

After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw two people standing in front of the counter.

A tall man with a handsome face was staring at him with a somewhat happy expression on his face.

The other man had a long beard and a kind face, and he also looked at me with a smile.

"Uncle! Cousin! When did you two come?"

Baili Dongjun was surprised to see that it was the uncle and nephew of the Wen family. He stepped over the corpse and hugged Wen Yanzhao.

"Cousin Dongjun, my uncle and I have been here for quite a while! We even killed a bug that was trying to bite you!"

Wen Yanzhao also reached out and hugged Baili Dongjun and said

The two brothers have known each other since childhood. Their blood relationship and similar temperament make them feel closer than brothers.

Although they didn't spend much time together, Baili Dongjun admired his cousin from the Wen family very much.

Firstly, Wen Yanzhao always protected him when he was young, and always left a portion of delicious food for him.

Dongjun is active by nature, always smashing pots and pans, and teasing cats and dogs.

When these things were exposed, the elders were naturally angry. Wen Yanzhao had always been the one to take the blame for him.

Secondly, Wen Yanzhao was gifted with extraordinary talents and was an expert in poison. He also always followed his wishes towards Dongjun, who was born with a martial vein but loved brewing wine.

He never forced him to learn martial arts like his parents and elders, and he would always pick wild fruits and millet with Dongjun to make wine.

Recalling the past, Dongjun has a deep affection for his cousin and regards him as one of his closest people.

"Cousin, you've grown so tall! You're half a head taller than me!"

Baili Dongjun hugged Wen Yanzhao's shoulders affectionately, and stood on tiptoe to compare heights.

"Xiao Baili, why are you only paying attention to your cousin and ignoring your uncle?"

Wen Hujiu saw Baili Dongjun greeted him and ignored him, and said sourly in his heart

"Uncle, good uncle!"

Upon hearing this, Baili Dongjun rushed to the wine-warming pot and took the wine-warming pot's arm obediently.

"My dear uncle, did you come here specially to see me this time..."

"Cough cough..."

With a deliberate cough, Sikong Changfeng stood in the middle of the tavern with a strange look on his face, not knowing what to do.

Ever since Baili Dongjun stepped into the tavern, he no longer paid any attention to him.

As a foreigner, Sikong Changfeng didn't know Wen Hujiu and was not familiar with Wen Yanzhao. For a moment, he could only hold the gun and stand there with an embarrassed face.

"Oh! You see, I was so happy to see my cousin and uncle that I forgot about Changfeng for a moment! I'm so sorry!"

Baili Dongjun heard Sikong Changfeng cough lightly and immediately understood.

He stepped from the wine pot to Sikong Changfeng's left, extended his hand and introduced the uncle and nephew of the Wen family:

"This is my good friend Baili Dongjun, and also the waiter of my Donggui Tavern—Sikong Changfeng!"

Then, he slid to the side of the uncle and nephew of the Wen family:

"This is my uncle, the young master of the old Lingnan Wen family. He is good at both poison and sword, and is known as the "Poison Bodhisattva" in the martial arts world!"

"This is my Baili Dongjun's dearest cousin, the poisonous little creature of the Lingnan Wen family - Wen Yanzhao!"

"My name is Sikong Changfeng! Meet my uncle and cousin!"

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After Baili Dongjun introduced Wenhujiu and Wen Yanzhao one by one, Sikong Changfeng placed his spear on the table beside him and bowed.

"What a handsome little spear fairy! You and Xiao Baili are really... quite a good match!"

He warmed the pot of wine, half-closed his eyes, and looked at Sikong Changfeng from top to bottom with a smile on his face.

Sikong Changfeng's face turned red after hearing these words, and he hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Alright, alright! Uncle, stop teasing Changfeng! We are all family, don't be so polite! Come on, come on, sit down! Uncle, how did you know about Chaisang City in the southwest road?"

Baili Dongjun waved his hand, then pulled over the table and chairs next to him, motioning for everyone to take a seat.

"Xiao Baili, can you please let your parents worry less? Your mother has sent a letter to your uncle! Because you ran away from home, the entire Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion is now in turmoil..."

As soon as Wenhujiu sat down, he began to teach Baili Dongjun a lesson. Wen Yanzhao laughed secretly beside him.

"Uncle, how come you speak to my father in the same tone after not seeing him for so long? You are not like the uncle who used to take me everywhere to play every day..."

Baili Dongjun felt aggrieved for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Yanzhao who was gloating over the misfortune.