An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

In the dim room, Wang Shu beside the bed was obviously stunned for a while, and his hand on Zhao Ju's wrist loosened a lot.

She couldn't understand what Zhao Jue meant. Why would she rather die than surrender? Isn't it just to give him some medicine? Why is he having such a big reaction?

Taking advantage of the opportunity to let go, Zhao quickly pulled his hand back and stabbed it with the dagger again.

But Wangshu was a little master after all, so he gently swatted the dagger away before it landed. With a kick of his toes, the dagger was firmly inserted into the beam.

"save......."

While she was distracted, Zhao just wanted to call someone. Wang Shujie's white jade hands seemed to have eyes as she pressed Zhao Jiu's mouth tightly.

"Well, well, well..."

Zhao struggled wildly. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't open his mouth, he would have spit. He just touched me when he came up to me, so damn Zhao Yu didn’t do that!

Wangshu didn't dare to use his true energy. He couldn't hold Zhao Jiu down with one hand, so he had to press his whole body on Zhao Jiu to prevent him from making too much noise and attracting others.

"Stop talking, or I will kill you! Do you hear me? Just nod if you agree."

Don't kill me? Zhao was overjoyed and agreed first, regardless of whether she told the truth or lies.

So he nodded quickly.

Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Zhao would shout out, so he slowly loosened his hand.

The two of them were very close to each other, their eyes shining faintly in the darkness, their big eyes glaring at each other. The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and no one knew what to say.

After a moment of silence, Zhao took the lead to break the deadlock and asked in a low voice: "Xia Xia, I just killed a few of your men. There is no need to chase them all the way? Besides, when I said I died in the hands of a beauty, I didn't say I died today. In the hands of a beauty..."

His face was full of helplessness. How much hatred and resentment? I teased you a few words, I admit it. But didn’t you beat me half to death? No matter how you say it, it’s even, right?

Are you a little too dedicated to clearing out the roots overnight?

After a moment of silence, Wang Shu opened his mouth. He was about to speak, but couldn't suppress the injury. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth and dripped on Zhao Ju's face.

She didn't care about the dripping blood, just raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, and asked calmly: "Where are your elixirs? Give them all to me."

"No, just one! My uncle gave it to me to save my life." Zhao just wiped it away and looked at the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he was wearing a thin pair of pajamas. Where could he change it? The secret that I have space cannot be exposed.

Besides, we are enemies, so there is no reason to give the pill to the enemy.

"Really?" Wang Shu's eyes were full of doubt.

But Zhao just spread his hands helplessly and said nonchalantly: "Go and search, everything you find is yours, even my life is yours."

Seeing Zhao acting like a dead pig who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, Wang Shu had no choice but to do anything. She came here just for the elixir that could save Zhao's life.

Unexpectedly, there was only one.

"Who is your uncle? Can he give you this magical medicine?"

At this moment, Zhao couldn't care less whether it was a fox pretending to be a tiger or not, he would deal with it first. He said decisively: "Lu Wenyu."

No wonder Wangshu lowered his eyebrows and looked like he suddenly realized something. No wonder there are two little masters secretly protecting him, and no wonder he possesses a life-saving magic medicine. It makes sense to say this.

When the two of them looked at each other in silence, Wang Shu suddenly coughed twice. Although she covered her mouth with her hands in time, wisps of blood still flowed from her fingertips.

After coughing twice silently, her already pale face became even paler, looking like a piece of white paper.

And Zhao tilted his head bitterly, thinking helplessly, "I just changed into clean clothes, and I'm covered in blood again..."

"Is there anything to eat?" As expected, Wang Shu wiped his hands on Zhao Jiu's clothes and patted his face and asked.

Zhao was interrupted from his thoughts and replied in a daze, "Ah? What?"

"Is there anything to eat?" Wang Shu repeated.

"Yes, yes. I can go out and ask them to bring it in. Whatever you like to eat, I will go now." Zhao supported the bed with both hands and lifted his body.

Just as he was about to sit up, Wang Shu held his shoulders down. He asked coldly: "Do you want to go out and call someone?"

"It's not what you said, you want to eat." Zhao waved his hand with a smile.

He wanted to say something more, but faced Wang Shu's cold and frosty face, he closed his mouth.

The two just looked at each other, neither of them daring to speak for a while. Zhao simply couldn't find a way to escape, while Wang Shu was considering whether to let Zhao go out.

"Ha, otherwise..." Zhao was just about to break the deadlock when Wang Shu's pale and cold pretty face came up to him.

He was suddenly startled. Just as he was about to back away, there was a sudden touch on his lips, and then a puff of water vapor was pushed into his mouth. Zhao's eyes widened and he wanted to vomit, but his neck was pinched.

"Hmm." Zhao was in pain, his breathing suddenly stagnated, and he unconsciously stuck out his tongue.

The tip of his tongue only felt a little soft, and he widened his eyes unconsciously. At first glance, Wang Shu saw a blush on his cheeks.

She squinted her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling, and her usually plain face was filled with rare shyness.

Zhao held on to the bed and struggled back, "What are you doing? A beauty trap?"

"Shut up!" Wang Shu wiped his mouth, turned away and said, "I just gave you some poison..."

poison? Zhao was startled, thinking of the water vapor that had just entered his stomach, and a bad premonition came to his heart. He was hurriedly running his Qi, and there was a stinging pain in the big points all over his body, forcing him to stop running.

Seeing this, Wangshu covered his mouth and chuckled, "Don't worry, the poison will attack once every seven days, and it will not attack again after seven times. As long as you are obedient, I will give you an antidote every seven days to ensure that you are safe, how about it?"

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Jue's face sank.

At this time, he couldn't circulate his true energy, and there was no way to detect whether he was poisoned. He didn't dare to bet that he was not poisoned, so he could only let it go.

Wangshu raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Now outside, the whole Bianzhou is looking for me, and you are the safest here. So I want to borrow your treasure land to live for a few days, I don't know what you think?"

Playing with the dark under the lamp? It's a good idea!

Zhao Jue smiled in appreciation, and nodded and agreed without even thinking. There was no way to refuse, who told him that he was seriously injured now and couldn't use his true energy.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao." Wangshu smiled proudly and pulled Zhao Jue up from the bed.

He lay down on the bed and said, "Go, bring in a table of food, I'm hungry."

"Okay." Zhao agreed with gritted teeth.

What he was thinking was: I'll let you be arrogant for a few days, and then I'll play with you after my injury recovers.

He let out a long sigh, put on his shoes, opened the door and shouted, "Come here! Old man!"

"Send in a table of food! I'm hungry."