The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1756 The Antidote
Ge Xiao, who came back to his senses, was a little embarrassed, he touched the tip of his nose, "Also, let's see if there is any antidote first."

If there really isn't one, then he can help Xingchen choose a few women, which should be fine.

Ge Xiao's eyes flickered. Although Xingchen resented the woman's approach, there was no way to do it. It was also to save him. I hope he can understand when he wakes up. Don't blame yourself.

Jun Moyuan raised his eyebrows, as if he had seen through Ge Xiao's thoughts, the corners of his mouth were a little meaningful.

Leng Wuyou has a very serious face, as if I can understand what you are saying.

In fact, Leng Wuyou was at a loss.

Ge Xiao turned to Leng Wuyou and cupped his fists, "Then please trouble Miss Ling."

Although Leng Wuyou was a little curious about what the two of them were talking about, it was still important to save lives right now.

She raised her hand and grabbed the middle-aged man who was talking to him before.

The middle-aged man's eyes were terrified, his body kept writhing and struggling, trying to get away from Leng Wuyou's palm, but his strength was no match for Leng Wuyou's.

Leng Wuyou squeezed his neck like a chicken and threw him to the ground hard. She pushed her chin towards the stars and kicked the middle-aged man, "The antidote!" .”

The middle-aged man saw a look of joy in Xing Chen's eyes, but then realized his current situation, and his face darkened.

Although Leng Wuyou's strength frightened him, he was going around his family, so he naturally had some backbone to go around his family.

That is, how much water is in this backbone, only he himself knows.

He turned his head to the side, and said these two words coldly, "No."

"No?"

Leng Wuyou's eyebrows and eyes darkened, and he kicked his leg fiercely. With a "click", his calf bone was broken by Leng Wuyou's kick.

The pain from the fracture of the calf bone made the middle-aged man's face turn pale for a moment. He let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and rolled several times on the ground holding his broken leg in pain.

"Tell me the antidote again."

Leng Wuyou's voice became colder and darker, and there was a strong killing intent in it. The man in the middle was a little scared. He didn't want to die, but he didn't want to be humiliated like this either.

He gritted his teeth, looked at Leng Wuyou resentfully, endured the pain caused by the broken calf bone, and squeezed out two words between his teeth with a pale face, "No."

Such a tough attitude made Leng Wuyou frowned.

Looking at his flattering look before, I thought it was a soft bone, but I didn't expect, "You do have some backbone, but I don't appreciate your backbone."

His backbone is nothing more than resentment at being humiliated.

Leng Wuyou took a few steps forward, sheathed the Divine Phoenix Sword in his hand, and the sharp edge of the sword rested on his neck.

The cold chill and murderous aura made him seem to see the god of death waving to him.

He held down his beating heart, and his eyes were flickering on his pale face.

"I'll say it for the last time, the antidote, if you don't give it, you will die, anyway, you are not the only one who goes around the house."

Leng Wuyou's cold words stunned the middle-aged man who was covered in humiliation for a moment. He gritted his teeth and turned his eyes to look at those people who were wandering around their homes on the battlefield.

It is true that there are so many family members around here, even if he died, would there be others?

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes, as if he was in an ideological struggle, after a while he let out a breath, and stared at Leng Wuyou bitterly.

"I thought that Your Excellency is also an upright and upright gentleman. Even though she is a woman, she should have the demeanor of a man. Who would have thought that Your Excellency would be so persecuted by others."

He let out a long sigh, and seemed a little disappointed, "Forget it, after all, your excellency is still young, so it's not uncommon for you to believe in thieves..."

嗤

With a sword cry, Rao Liang clutched his neck in disbelief, and scarlet blood dripped from between his fingers.

The blood spread, and soon soaked his clothes. He widened his eyes, stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and pointed at Leng Wuyou, "Why..."

(End of this chapter)