The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 87 She's Not a Soft Persimmon
"you--!"

Yu Si'er reacted for a while before realizing what Xie Wanrong meant, her fists under her sleeves were clenched secretly, intending to deny Xie Wanrong.

Anyway, no one noticed them at the time, let alone their conversation.

Her dark eyes rolled around her sockets, and she said aggrievedly, "Miss Xie, right? I'm also a disciple of Lingji Mountain, a second-level martial artist. I don't know what you mean by asking me to pour tea? Look down on our Lingji Mountain?"

In the last sentence, Yu Si'er deliberately opened her voice so that the disciples around Lingji Mountain could hear it.

Sure enough, as soon as she said this, the disciples sitting at Lingji Mountain all looked at Xie Wanrong in a blink of an eye, ready to strike at any time.

"It was you who cried for me to save you back then, and now you still want to have sex with me? Very good!" Xie Wanrong looked at Yu Si'er and sneered.

Good people are bullied by others, she has learned this sentence.

It's a pity that she is not a soft persimmon, she can be squeezed and rounded by anyone!
However, Yu Si'er's aptitude is indeed good, but she is a few years older than her, and she is already a second-tier martial artist.

"I use you to save me? What rank am I, and what rank are you? Miss Xie, are you insulting me?"

Yu Si'er opened her mouth without blushing, and glanced at Qi Jinghuan from the corner of her eyes from time to time.

She knew that the current Ninth Prince was not married, which meant that Xie Wanrong was not a Ninth Concubine at all!

"Is that so..."

Xie Wanrong's red lips parted lightly, and there was wind under her feet, and in a blink of an eye, she pinched Yu Si'er's chin, slapped it hard, and popped a pill, which hit her chin.

Yu Si'er subconsciously vomited, Xie Wanrong's hand tightened, and she swallowed uncontrollably.

Xie Wanrong looked at her terrified expression with satisfaction, and vomited forcefully in her throat.

Yu Si'er said anxiously: "You...what did you eat for me! Ah...my stomach..."

It was as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at her internal organs. Her forehead was dripping with sweat from the pain, and her face turned pale instantly.

"It's nothing, I just want you to remember what you said." Xie Wanrong glanced at the tea gu, "Do you remember now?"

"me……"

Yu Si'er endured the pain by force, raised her palm and swung it towards Xie Wanrong.

She was a dignified second-tier martial artist, but she was bullied by someone who wasn't even a martial artist!Yu Si'er couldn't swallow this breath!

She just took a breath, but found that her chest was suffocated, and she didn't dare to use her spiritual power at all.

He just slapped Xie Wanrong with an empty palm.

Her palm was weak, and Xie Wanrong's wrist was pinched before even touching Xie Wanrong's hair.

Xie Wanrong pressed her hand and placed it on the tea gu.

"Sister!"

"Sister!"

The two Lingji Mountain disciples behind them couldn't bear to watch anymore, and stood up.

"If you don't want her to die, get the hell out of here! Otherwise, I can't guarantee that if I'm unhappy, I'll give her another dose of medicine!" Xie Wanrong's voice was low and cold, and she stood up suddenly.

The two disciples stopped in their tracks for an instant, for some reason, the girl just said a word, but they were timid and did not dare to take half a step forward.

Yu Si'er was in so much pain that the hand on the teacup couldn't help trembling, "I remembered... I remembered..."

Tremblingly, he filled Xie Wanrong with tea, bit his lower lip tightly, and looked at Xie Wanrong beggingly: "Relieve... cure... medicine..."

"What's the rush?" Xie Wanrong tapped lightly on the table: "Your memory is so bad, I gave you the antidote, but you forgot, I don't know what to do."

　Waving for tickets~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)