Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Yan Yang's luck value is only thirty.

Although he still reached that position, compared to the original plot, the method was not as glorious, he was not the one who attracted the attention of everyone, and was not sought after by thousands of people.

Instead, he created countless enemies and became unpopular.

He is so obsessed with being the leader of the alliance now because he wants to strengthen his power and suppress all voices that oppose him.

It's just destined to disappoint him.

Yan Yang woke up in the middle of the night. He sat up from the bed, his face gloomy, and there was an indescribable panic in his heart, but he did not show it.

"Where's the doctor?!"

Someone quickly brought the doctor over.

Yan Yang handed over his wrist, "Quickly, let me check what kind of poison it is!"

The doctor held his wrist tremblingly, and after a while, he said strangely: "Your Majesty, everything is normal."

After receiving Yan Yang's sharp glare, the doctor quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Yes, it's because the official is not good at studying and I really can't find out..."

Yan Yang was a little suspicious.

Didn't she poison him?

Just let him faint?

Yan Yang's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, "Find two more doctors."

"Yes."

Two more doctors were called to check his pulse, but the results were the same and nothing was wrong.

Yan Yang felt relieved and felt a subtle warmth in his heart.

Mu Qing must have not poisoned him.

She did not take action against him despite such a good opportunity, which may indicate that she also had some other motives for him.

Yan Yang felt a little relieved, but then he felt his stomach cramping with hunger, "Aren't you going to prepare a meal?"

The servants all went down quickly.

Soon the table was covered with a lot of food,

Yan Yang picked up his chopsticks and ate with a bang. After eating and drinking, he put down his chopsticks. He felt his stomach churn. He covered his abdomen and bent down, "vomit..."

Within a few breaths, he spat it all out again.

What I just ate was in vain.

"emperor!"

The servants looked at him worriedly.

Yan Yang's face was gloomy and he felt very embarrassed.

I must have eaten too much and caused gastrointestinal discomfort, so I vomited.

"I'm fine." Yan Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Get out of here."

"……Yes."

"Wait!" Yan Yang suddenly spoke again while they were packing their things.

The servants looked at him.

Yan Yang covered his stomach, and a stronger hunger than before swept through his body. His face turned red, his expression was a little weird, and he suppressed a sentence, "...Put it all down, and you can get out."

"……Yes."

The servants filed out.

One person was left to clean up the dirt on the ground and then went out.

Yan Yang picked up the chopsticks again, looked at the food on the table with a complicated expression, and started eating again, but this time he moved much slower.

This time I felt sick to my stomach halfway through the meal, and an overwhelming sense of nausea surged up.

Yan Yang endured it with an ugly face, but in the end he couldn't bear it anymore and vomited it all out again.

How could he not understand this?

It must be that Mu Qing who did it!

"Crackling..."

There was a fierce crisp sound in the room.

The servants stood at the door with their heads lowered and remained silent.

"Come on!"

The chief steward quickly opened the door and went in. When he saw the vomit on the ground, he was shocked and trotted up to Yan Yang in an exaggerated manner, "Your Majesty, what's going on! Where is the doctor! If you don't cure the Emperor's illness, be careful of yours." Brain!”

Yan Yang's face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost, and he sat motionless.

The doctor felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on his body. After taking Yan Yang's pulse, he knelt down with a plop and was about to cry. "I really can't find anything out through the examination!"

Yan Yang didn't speak or move.

The chief steward noticed something was wrong, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?!"

Yan Yang finally showed a painful expression on his face, covered his abdomen with his hands, shook his body from side to side, and then fell to the side.

The chief manager rushed over and used him as a meat pad.

Yan Yang clutched his painful abdomen and almost wanted to roll on the ground, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and a muffled Xia Lei-like roar came from his chest, "I tried every means to detoxify the poison in my body! "

Late at night, there was a lot of noise here in Yanyang.

Mu Qing's side was naturally not at peace either.

All the accompanying doctors couldn't do anything about Yan Yang's symptoms. It was too weird. Judging from the pulse, there was no problem. Some doctors also studied Yan Yang's blood and found no toxicity.

Poisoning can basically be ruled out.

But Yan Yang was tortured to the point where life was worse than death. This wasn't illness, nor was he poisoned. What was that like?

In the end, we can only find the source of the matter.

Then someone came to the Alliance Leader's Mansion and wanted to arrest Mu Qing.

But they didn't even see Mu Qing's face.

A group of figures jumped onto the roof like ghosts, and someone secretly lifted the tiles to look down.

The light in the room was very dim, and two figures could be vaguely seen on the bed.

Just as he was about to take a closer look at their faces, a bright and sharp white light flashed in the eyes of the man in black.

His pupils shrank violently, showing fear, and before he could react, a bright red line of blood split open on his neck.

His body was frozen there, with only his head moving out of his body and falling down the roof with a gurgling sound.

early morning.

When Hua Shu woke up, she found nothing. All traces had been cleaned up, and there was no smell of blood.

Today is the martial arts conference.

When Hua Shu came to the main hall, he saw many corpses on the ground, covered with white cloth.

Hua Shu paused and quickly came to Mu Qing's side.

And Mu Qing was having a meal.

Hua Shu had a strange expression, with a hint of disgust in her eyes, and her voice was always soft and soft, "How can you eat it?"

If you don't listen to the content of the words, it sounds like the voice is talking about love.

Mu Qing paused, took a mouthful of shiny and sweet white porridge, and brought it to Hua Shu's lips.

Hua Shu hesitated and wanted to refuse, but this was what his sister fed him.

Huashu opened his mouth and ate it.

Mu Qing: "Can't you eat this?"

"..." This mouthful of porridge can neither be spitted nor swallowed.

Hua Shu changed the subject, "Who is this?"

"The assassin who came to assassinate me last night is from the dark pavilion."

"People from Yan Yang?" Hua Shu looked at Mu Qing in surprise.

Mu Qing nodded.

Coupled with this Zhuang incident, it is enough to incite everyone to eradicate the dark pavilion.

After coming out of the mansion, Mu Qing did not go with Hua Shu, "I'll pick someone up, you go first."

Hua Shu stared at her suspiciously, "Who?"

Mu Qing knew everything and said, "Helian Honghua."

"Brother Helian?" Hua Shu was a little surprised.

This person they met a few years ago.

At that time, Mu Qing took Hua Shu to visit the mountains and rivers, and met this man in Jiangnan.

He was a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan, with a bold personality, sincerity and generous spending. Later they became good friends. Since then, he has been to Jiangnan several times, and each time he would stay there for a while to develop a relationship with Helian Hong. Then we got closer.

At that time, Hua Shu thought he was from the world, but he didn't expect him to be a businessman.

How did his identity come to be today?