The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Yang Liu's eyes widened in disbelief, his face was full of panic, he jammed his neck with his hand, coughed hard, and wanted to spit out the poison pill.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The poison pill didn't know what it was made of. As soon as it reached the throat, it immediately turned into water and flowed into the abdomen.

In an instant, a sharp pain came from the abdomen.

The toxicity spread very quickly.

After only three breaths, the willow's skin became as strange purple and blue as the poison pill, and its skin began to inflate like a toad, bubbling one by one.

Then, the flesh and blood under the bulging skin began to fester.

The abscess began to fester, and yellow pus flowed out. The carrion under the pus was purplish blue with poison.

Before and after only three minutes, willow has been completely unlike people, the whole body up and down, there is no good meat at all.

"How itchy! It tickles me to death

Willow cried bitterly, stretched out his hands, fingernails, and scratched those pustules. The pustules were scratched, the carrion was scratched, and the blood was dripping.

Yang Liu, who likes men, deliberately keeps his nails long.

This scratch, long nails into the flesh, tear deeper, the scene more bloody.

"I beg you, give me the antidote and let me live."

Willow completely no dignity, also did not have the previous domineering, knelt in front of ziqianmo, while grasping their own flesh and blood, while pleading.

Ziqianmo was unmoved and looked as cold as ever: "I just want to help you."

You're going to die.

You will perish.

The demon will perish for you!

Willow weeps like a mourner, rolls on the ground, even grabs the silver needle in the silver plate, and stabs her wound with force, just to relieve the itching of bone erosion with pain.

"Give me a break, give me a break, Miss purple, just think I'm a dog and let me go!"

Ziqianmo did not speak, but raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Tang Qing.

That meaningful ice eyes, mixed with a trace of banter.

Tang Qing's pupil suddenly shrinks, purses his lips, his face is blue, his forehead is blue, his fists are clenched, his knuckles are white and creaky.

This smelly girl!

She did it on purpose!

I used to call myself "old dog of Tang". Now the little eunuch begged for mercy and said, "you just think I'm a dog". The smelly girl immediately looked at herself. This is absolutely provocative!

The old fox zikun always pretends to be stupid, innocent and incompetent in the court every day. His mind is unpredictable. There are different ways on the surface and behind it. How can ziqianmo be totally opposite to zikun's style of work? He is so blatant in swearing and so straightforward in provocation?

"What does Lord Tang think?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"Min Nu thought that Lord Tang and the eunuch had a common language."

"You are presumptuous The last string in Tang Qing's mind is also broken, and tianlinggai almost flies out.

"Yes, it's presumptuous."

Purple Qian Mo a face is calm, in the hand that bottle poison Dan, handed up, "how, want to try?"

Tang Qing's face was stiff.

The effect of the poison pill made him a battlefield general who killed countless people look scared.

If you are so tortured with blood and ghosts, you might as well commit suicide. Death is a relief.

"Are you threatening Ben?"

"No, I'm just stating the facts. I don't like the imperial guards you bring to block my business. "