The baby I picked up after crossing the road became the male protagonist

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Antidote

Song Tingyu's verification process was carried out in his room.

After entering, You Xue couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the treatment of the principal's disciples.

Look at this room, can it be as big as her three?

There is not only a study room, but also a room for eating alone.

And look at this furniture——

All rosewood.

You Xue thought of her fragile little wooden cabinet, small wooden bed, and small wooden table.

It is also someone else's apprentice, why is there such a big gap?
The innermost part is Song Tingyu's bed. He was sitting on the bed, Sima Yi handed him the silver needle, and told him worriedly: "Tingyu, don't force yourself, if you feel something wrong, tell Mr. Yun in time."

Song Tingyu looked at Yun Qihua, nodded slightly at him, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Yun Qihua still looked indifferent and didn't care about anything.

In order to uphold the principle of fairness, Thirteen and another gentleman were present.

Song Tingyu pinched the end of the silver needle, a flash of struggle flashed in his eyes, and then he stuck it into the back of his hand as if he was dying.

However, everyone waited and waited, but did not see any change in his complexion.

Even his complexion is still rosy, not like a poisoned person at all.

However, only Song Tingyu knew that the poison was domineering and powerful, and it had already invaded his entire arm as soon as it penetrated. Right now, he has tried his best to control the speed of spreading.

"Mr. Yun." He looked at Yun Qihua eagerly, "help me."

Seeing the cold sweat on his forehead, Yun Qihua smiled slightly, "You have no symptoms of poisoning, how can I help you?"

"No..." Song Tingyu was about to lose control of the poison, and tried to explain, "I'm really poisoned. If you don't believe me, you can come and see for yourself..."

Right now he struggled to speak a single word, and he was out of breath after saying so many words in one breath, but he still stared at Yun Qihua closely, with an imperceptible pleading in his eyes.

Sima Yi strode over to investigate his situation, his expression changed drastically, "Qi Hua, he has indeed been poisoned, you..."

After all, he couldn't open his mouth to beg Yun Qihua.

You Xue's gaze swiveled over several people, and she didn't speak the whole time.

During the silence in the room, the toxins in Song Tingyu's body could no longer be suppressed, and they rushed away.

The poison he developed by himself could not be more clear, the more he suppressed it with spiritual power, the faster the poison would spread, and now half of his body began to go numb.

"Mr. Yun..." He struggled to utter a few words, his weakness was not like the one when he mocked You Xue in the arena.

Yun Qihua's gaze fell on him coldly, "Where's the antidote?"

Sima Yi turned around and looked at Yun Qihua in disbelief, "What antidote? Don't you have an antidote?"

Yun Qihua's lips were slightly hooked, his smile was thin and cold, and he asked him: "When did I say that I have the antidote?"

Sima Yi's voice suddenly increased, "What?! You said you would keep him safe, don't you remember?!"

Yun Qihua looked at him with a half-smile, and smiled lowly, "Oh, I mean, let Song Tingyu tell me where the antidote is, and I'll get it."

"..."

You Xue never expected that he meant this.

Too ruthless, too ruthless, she felt ashamed.

Sima Yi was beaten by this stick so that he couldn't find it, he couldn't believe what he heard.

His trembling fingertips pointed at him, his lips moved, and he was almost out of breath, "You, you - you are despicable!"

"puff--"

Song Tingyu was so angry that he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the sheets and Sima Yi's robe.

"Tingyu—" Sima Yi quickly went to help him, feeling extremely annoyed, "Are you okay?"

Song Tingyu's condition was already very dangerous, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness soon, but his slack pupils stared at Yun Qihua firmly, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his bones.

　five.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)