Seeing the man in blue clothes looking so careless, Luo Qingxin just looked at him coldly without saying a word.

The man in blue shirt looked up and down at her and said relaxedly: "You can hold the dagger. It seems that the poison has been suppressed?"

Luo Qingxin was stunned. No, it was just now that the two levels of ice and fire were still there. Now this feeling has passed. It seems that this wave of poison has been withstood again.

The man in blue clothes said leisurely: "However, my tea can help you suppress it and cannot relieve your poison. If you read it correctly, this poison should be Ziyan Cold Soul Sollen. It is one of the three strange poisons in Jiangnan. It was passed down by the poison king Ji Jingfeng at that time. It is regarded as a legend of poison in the world. It is rare for people in the world to see its wonders. It is a blessing for a girl to die under this poison!"

Luo Qingxin: "..."

No matter how powerful or powerful a poison is, what kind of blessing is it to use your life to complete a legend?

"If this poison is not antidote within three days, you will die. Before you die, you will have to go through twenty-one poisons. In the end, the corpse is broken and bones are broken! The girl should be poisoned for a short time, and she will have two and a half days to live, and she will probably have to be poisoned for about seventeen or eighteen times. However, the tea she put in can help the girl suppress it three times, so until she leaves the city, the girl will not be poisoned."

Luo Qingxin took the dagger and said lightly: "Thank you!"

The man in green clothes smiled and said, "There is no need to thank you. It's a fate to meet you. A girl who is young will die. It's a pity! But birth, old age, sickness and death are common in the world. Although I feel sympathy, I can only follow the cycle of heaven. It's better for girls to take it lightly. As for the girl's death, I'll send a message to Taoist Guiyuan!"

Luo Qingxin: "..."

The man in green clothes picked up a cup of tea and said, "A few months ago, Taoist Master Guiyuan boasted to me that he had accepted a rare good disciple in the world. In a blink of an eye, this good disciple would become a dead disciple. Miss Luo, do you think this is impermanent in the world?"

Luo Qingxin: "..."

The man in blue-shirt speaks with a smile, gentle and politeness, but why is the words so weird?

The coachman outside said in a voice: "Young Master, the city gate is coming!"

The man in blue clothes said, "I understand!"

He glanced at Luo Qingxin and smiled and said, "The tea I am under is also a bit of a trapping tracks. Therefore, the person chasing behind should be slowed down. The girl has enough time to find a place for burying the bones with elegant and quiet mountains and rivers. Do you need help? I have a little bit of Feng Shui. The chosen grave and cemetery land is definitely a good place for future generations!"

Luo Qingxin: "..."

The man in blue suddenly said, "I'm sorry, the girl is still so young, so there are no descendants. There is no need to waste such a good nanny land, so I won't be able to do it anymore!"

Luo Qingxin: "..."

While speaking, the city gate had arrived. The coachman and the city gate guard said a few words. The carriage did not stop much and left the city.

The man in blue clothes said, "Girl, do you need to dig a hole for you? Although you are not good at digging a hole, you still have the strength to do it. I guarantee that I can dig a big hole for the girl to lie comfortably inside!"

Luo Qingxin: "..."

After leaving the city, the carriage walked very quickly. At this time, it had already walked more than two miles away. Luo Qingxin gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words: "Stop!"
Chapter completed!