Opening confession to the beautiful master

Hearing this, Er Niang's eyes lit up and she stood up excitedly, "Are you ready to use the poisonous lady and the poisonous young master? So those two guys will definitely die."

But soon the excitement in Erniang's heart dissipated, and she frowned and said: "But the next game is between those two guys fighting Kuai stick and Iron Bowl. They are all in the same group now, so I'm worried that they will take the opportunity to make a fortune. "

"It's simple, just don't accept their bets, just close the order."

The Poison King said thoughtfully.

"Damn ghost, you are speaking lightly. If you don't accept their bets, I'm afraid it will cause dissatisfaction among others. How will the business of this martial arts center be done in the future?"

Of course Er Niang also knows that all problems can be solved without accepting their bets, but the question is, can she really do that? The answer is obviously no.

"Leave this matter to me. I have a way to prevent these two guys from placing bets."

The Poison King smiled mysteriously, as if everything was under his control.

"It's you who return the favor..."

Er Niang was overjoyed, and her soft figure moved forward like a ball of marshmallow, leaning on the Poison King very charmingly. At the same time, the Poison King also removed the poison from the skin, otherwise Er Niang would not dare to touch him at all.

What is the Poison King? He is covered in poison and is hard to guard against.

"Little demon/elf..."

Poison King's dark palm gently squeezed Er Niang's waist. Er Niang felt pain and cried out in embarrassment, but there was a hint of disgust deep in her eyes.

Soon, the sound of jolting came one after another in that room...

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The next morning, Qian Fugui arranged a golden sedan to send Zhang Yi and the others to the martial arts field. After experiencing the first two battles, everything was now familiar.

When they entered the martial arts field, there were still overwhelming calls. It must be said... After those two battles, the popularity of Zhang Yi and Princess Ziling had reached an unimaginable level.

But when they walked towards the ring, a dark man with a snake head mask came towards them and blocked their way.

"It's so poisonous. Could this be the legendary Poison King?"

Zhang Yi deduced the other person's identity just from his breath, and immediately became wary and kept a certain distance from him.

"Hahaha, young people are cautious!"

The Poison King laughed, his eyes constantly wandering around Zhang Yi and Princess Ziling.

"Poison King, what do you want to do?"

Qian Fugui also quickly stood in front of Zhang Yi and Zi Ling and asked with evil eyes.

"Congratulations to Shopkeeper Qian. I heard that you have become the master of Dongzhai now. You always have bad luck. It's really enviable."

"I just don't know how long your shitty luck can last?"

Poison King said meaningfully with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"The King of Poison is not worried."

Qian Fugui snorted with gloomy eyes.

"Haha, I don't mean anything else. There are many masters in this mortal city. You'd better be careful. Besides... no betting is allowed today!"

As he spoke, the Poison King's temperament suddenly changed, and a cold feeling moved toward the shop.

"Your control is a bit too lenient. I'm going to place a bet. What can you do to me?"

Qian Fugui was not timid at all and said tit for tat.

"Money is rich, but people's hearts are not enough. You have won enough in the last two games. If you insist on betting this time, I don't mind having people poison you under the fireworks every day."

"You should know who is under my command. If someone poisons me every day, who would dare to go to the Fireworks Building to eat?"

Poison King threatened softly as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Are you threatening me?"

Qian Fugui's eyes were gloomy, and he glared at the Poison King with gritted teeth and questioned.

He knew that the Poison King was capable of such a thing. Although there were only a few of his men, every one of them was poisonous, and they all put life and death aside. They were serious warriors of death.

"The next game should be against your people, right?"

Zhang Yi saw that Qian Fugui would have an attack at any time, so he couldn't help but stood up and looked at the Poison King and asked.

"how?"

Poison King raised his eyebrows and asked, nodding.

"You are not the only one who can threaten us. We don't have to place any bets today. The odds are not high, but let your people be careful tomorrow."

Zhang Yi hated the feeling that the Poison King gave him, like a cold poisonous snake ready to give you a fatal blow at any time.

The Poison King was stunned, laughed loudly, and said in an extremely exaggerated manner: "Hahaha, you told my people to be careful? What a joke!"

"Having said that, it's up to you whether you place a bet or not. I'm giving you a kind reminder."

After saying that, Du Wang took a deep look at Qian Fugui and the others and was about to leave.

At this moment, Zhang Yi suddenly asked: "What is your relationship with Old Monster Du?"

Hearing this, Poison King paused, and when he came to his senses again, his emotions fluctuated greatly. He stared at Zhang Yi seriously and asked, "Do you know my master?!"

"It turns out to be your master, no wonder the auras are somewhat similar."

Zhang Yi nodded thoughtfully. When he first saw Poison King, he felt that the aura on Poison King's body was somewhat familiar. After thinking about it, the figure of Poison Old Monster appeared in his mind.

"My master has disappeared for hundreds of years. How can you, a junior like you, know him? Where is he now?"

The Poison King couldn't control the emotions in his heart. He raised his hand to control Zhang Yi. His lightning-fast figure and the black poisonous gas exuded were about to wrap Zhang Yi.

At this moment, a jade stick was seen knocking back the withered palm of the Poison King, and at the same time forcing his body back, "Poison King, you are not practicing martial ethics when you attack a junior!"

"Damn beggar, don't worry about this!"

The Poison King scolded with a gloomy expression.

But the beggar stood in front of Zhang Yi lazily, standing the jade stick in front of him, raising his eyebrows and asking: "What if I have to intervene?"

The Poison King took a deep look at the beggar, and finally the poisonous aura on his body receded. He looked at Zhang Yi and asked, "Where is he now?"

Zhang Yi noticed that the Poison King's mood seemed a little abnormal, and felt that his relationship with the Poison Old Monster might not be that good, so he immediately muttered: "Already dead!"

Hearing this, the Poison King was stunned, as if he didn't react for a while, and then he laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, the sky has eyes, the old guy is finally dead, who killed him?"

Sure enough, just as Zhang Yi expected, there seemed to be some grudge between the Poison King and the Poison Old Monster, and his laughter proved everything.

"I don't know, he was already dead when I saw him."

Zhang Yi shook his head, his eyes always paying attention to Poison King's every move.

"Very good. I have been hiding in the Mortal City for so many years. Now that my life is approaching, I finally got the good news. As long as the poisonous old monster dies, I will be free again."

The Poison King was in a good mood. It turned out that he came to this mortal city to take refuge because he betrayed the old monster Du. Now how could he not be excited when he heard the news of the death of the old monster Du?