The rivers and lakes can't stand it

The tea is non-toxic.

But only the tea is non-toxic.

The whole medical hut is under the control of Heatweed. Where and how he will poison him is impossible to guard against. Except for Yue Mijin who drank the tea, all the people are going to eat fish and meat in an instant. Human slaughter.

After mobilizing his internal force, Fu Liugu had already started to feel his fingertips slowly tingling. This feeling came too slowly and too subtle, even the most powerful experts could hardly notice it for a while.

But Fu Liugu happened to have learned many abilities of Veratrum, he hurriedly turned his head and said to Qiu Zhuoxue: "Don't practice kung fu, the more you raise your energy, the poison will go all over your body, and you will not only be paralyzed in limbs, but also will be injured. I fainted for days and nights."

His reminder came a bit late, Qing Que had already groaned and fell to the ground, the seven elders also felt numb in their hands and feet, castor, the third elder, and the fifth elder were in better condition, holding the left and right together cross-legged sit down.

At this time, the hellebore has slowly walked to the door.

Qiu Zhuoxue and Yue Mijin looked at each other, and saw that he frowned and retracted the sword. Sure enough, it was all right. Then he felt relieved, and just said, "Doctor Veratura is not only strong in martial arts, but also very knowledgeable in the art of medicine and poison." It's profound, but Qiu doesn't understand, with the ability of Dr. Veratrum, why would he use such low-level tricks?"

"Crap?" Chenatura's expression was cold, "The visitor is a guest. I have already served tea, and the host can do whatever you want. Why don't you ask yourself, what kind of low-minded thoughts are in your heart?"

Qiu Zhuoxue could only smile wryly.

But Chenatura passed the crowd and walked in the direction of Fu Liugu, forgetting the scolding of several elders.

Fu Liugu's condition seems to be more serious than the others, and he is already a little weak now. Leaning on Yue Mijin's shoulder, he raised his head and looked at Heatweed, panting: "It's not unexpected, but I really didn't expect it, you It's even poisonous to me."

"What's the difference between you and them?" Veratura said softly.

He suddenly made a movement, causing the more confused pupils to shrink suddenly.

Heatweed stretched out his hand, and after seeing Fu Liugu shrank his neck, he didn't stop in the air for a moment, and fell back on his hair again.

This action misled Fu Liugu, he was relieved, and quickly joked: "It's really no different, for you, who will make any difference."

However, only he can understand how much bitterness there is in these jokes.

Yue Mijin frowned, he could see clearly from the side, and understood what this action meant...

Chenatura wants to touch Fu Liugu, just like he once wanted to touch Qiu Zhuoxue.

This answer obviously failed to please Heatweed, those dark eyes swept over Fu Liugu's unnatural expression, showing no expression at all, this time he stretched out his hand again, not as softly as before, but swiftly Rufeng, the moment he grabbed Fu Liugu's throat, Yue Mijin quickly blocked the move, and pushed his hand on Fu Liugu's shoulder.

Fu Liugu's qi was weak, his throat was protected by the maze, but he was still hit by the rest of his strength, all thanks to taking a few steps back to subdue his strength, the pain was unbearable for a moment, he finally managed to stabilize his body, his eyes dimmed Black, speechless for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already performed six or seven moves, the seven elders and Qing Quer were exhausted at the moment, and their limbs felt numb, seeing the two of them making moves, they couldn't help but exclaim twice.

Yue Mijin could feel the killing intent surging out of Veratrum, and then he felt inconceivable: "You want to kill him?"

One moment Chenatura wanted to touch Fu Liugu, but the next moment he was so heartless that he wanted his life.

Why do people's feelings become so fast and dissipate so without a trace.

"His life is mine." Henna was too lazy to fight Yue Mijin, brushed him away with one hand, and said coldly, "Whether you agree or not, he will personally deliver his life to me. I killed him just now, but For just a moment, you prolong the pain of his death."

Hearing the words, Fu Liugu suddenly raised his head and looked at Heatweed in disbelief. Even if he was poisoned, even if his vitals were under control, he would laugh it off, and asked if Heatweed had any new tricks, but he didn't think over this possibility.

Turns out the hellebore just wanted his life.

Also... also... Heatweed has spent countless efforts and tried every means to save the life of him, a native of the Central Plains.Now he is not grateful and chooses to oppose the holy religion. No matter how cold-hearted the hellebore is, he is always a member of Mo Rong.

Fu Liugu chooses justice and justice, and Chenatura chooses Mo Rong, which is a matter of course.

The half maple lotus has nothing to do with the veratrum.

"He's right." Fu Liugu said dumbly, "He saved my life, so I should have returned it to him."

A hearty person like Fu Liugu couldn't say a word at this moment, his mouth moved, as if trying to smile, but he couldn't, showing numbness on his face.

He took one last look at Qiu Zhuoxue.

This made Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly feel a kind of fear, he walked up a few steps slowly, but instead of holding Fu Liugu, he grabbed Yue Mijin, his palms were full of cold sweat.

Yue Maze turned to look at him: "You did... What's wrong with you?"

Questioning was quickly replaced by caring.

"This is Ah Heng's choice." Qiu Zhuoxue could only hear herself talking, he almost slammed into Yue Mijin's shoulder, his voice was very soft, Yue Mijin caught him, only heard a low voice Low five words, "I can't save him."

Just like he couldn't stop Fu Liugu from living in seclusion.

Now, he couldn't stop Fu Liugu from dying.

The seven elders and Qingque were very surprised. It is not surprising that the veratura kills people. They did not expect that the veratura would kill Liugu first. Stand by Meron's side.

But why did they start with the closest Fu Liugu first? Everyone was overjoyed, but they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. They only felt that the hellebore was ruthless and ungrateful, without love or hatred, and it was not like a living person.

Ban Fenghe even thought about the matter between the snow silkworm and the red sand before, until today, he finally realized the cruelty and ruthlessness of the hellebore, and couldn't help but turn pale.

Standing in front of Chenatura, Fu Liugu suddenly stretched out his hand, lifted his palm and put it on his neck, looked at him without blinking, knowing that if he died, he would never be able to see him again, in his heart There are a lot of things to say, but in the end, he only said softly: "We have known each other for several years, you don't use gold wire, and don't use poison. If you kill me with your own hands, it will make me look different."

Use these saving hands to personally feel my death, and let it be imprinted in your memory carefully.

This difference may make you remember a little deeper and a little longer.

Chenatura said slowly, "I was going to do this."

"Is it... is it..." Fu Liugu repeated twice softly, "That's great, it's rare for us to think of going together."

He is a very free and easy man, and he only repays the favor, so he will never beg Heatweed to let Qiu Zhuoxue and the others go, so as not to humiliate himself.

The goats didn't speak any more.

Although Qiu Zhuoxue lost his mind due to grief, he was in a different place and lost his internal strength, so how dare he lose his vigilance, so he quickly noticed the strangeness of Heliotrope. reed.

I can't tell what it is, but I just feel that something is wrong. This intuition has saved him many times, and Qiu Zhuoxue hopes to save Fu Liugu this time.

Only five breaths are needed.

Chenatura looked into Fu Liugu's eyes, he could always understand what was inside, but so what——

Once special is not enough to be special in the true sense, it cannot be called special.

It's just a very common desire/desire, not enough to ferment into a unique feeling. Love and desire exist from the same source, but they are completely different after blossoming and bearing fruit.

Fu Liugu is a person who values ​​affection, not lust.

There are always many things in his heart, meaningless principles, kindness that drags people down, and pathetic chivalry. It is precisely these things that make him stand upright in aloofness, and he is also rational enough to restrain himself.

As long as Fu Liugu is alive, Veratura can't control him; but death is much simpler, and Veratura can at least be the one who ends his life.

Death itself is another kind of possession.

This was a normal thing for Heatweed, he didn't know what he was hesitating about.

Maybe he has made a big mistake since he let Fu Liugu affect him.

Henna was thoughtful, so he looked at Qiu Zhuoxue. Unlike those crying patients and their relatives, Qiu Zhuoxue didn't respond at all. He had already got up from Yue Mijin and stood there, Calmly watching the killing happen before your eyes.

Perhaps the Central Plains people prefer to call this sacrifice and repayment.

He doesn't beg for mercy, and Fu Liugu doesn't beg for mercy either, they are the same kind of people.

Chenatura let go of his fingers at the third breath, and Fu Liugu looked at him blankly, as if he had died and came back to life again, his eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly became furious: "What the hell are you trying to do?! What are you going to do again? Who to kill! What new trick did you think of! You...you..."

He was heartbroken, choked up for a while, and couldn't speak.

But the hellebore ignored him, but turned around and walked back into the bamboo house. When everyone was caught off guard, several voices quietly stopped——

The heads of Qing Quer, First Elder, and Second Elder suddenly fell to the ground, and the three bodies hadn't come back to their senses, they sat in a daze, gushing out a lot of blood, splashing on the hem of his clothes.

Everyone was silent, and all looked at the three corpses in a daze.

too fast -

To die too simply—

No one thought of why Heatra's mind changed so quickly, why he was so unpredictable, he clearly wanted to kill Fu Liugu for Mo Rong one moment, but chose to kill the witch of the Holy Cult the next moment with the elders.

No one can react at all.

Even the third elder shook his body, his whole body tensed up, and he lost his voice: "You...why...how...why did you kill...?" She was incoherent and unbelievable.

"I'm tired of such tricks." Heatweed's voice was colder than usual, he turned his face and stared at the third elder, "I hope the next witch will be a peaceful person. "

There will never be a lack of people in Wu Ji's position, and what is lacking will always be suitable people.

Since the green oak is not suitable enough, for the hellebore, it is no different from anyone else.

Ban Fenghe's ignorance lies in the fact that she still can't tell whether the special one is Wu Ji or Qing Quer.

In the case of incompetence, it is the shaman who gave the power to the shaman, not the shaman who gave the power to the shaman. He is equally ignorant. He sits in a high position by chance and thinks he is completely different. He has never realized how special he is. Worthless.

Even if the leftovers are put into sacrificial vessels, they will never become a feast of delicacies.

The beautiful face of the third elder twisted in an instant, and the ease on his face was replaced by panic, and he nodded desperately: "Yes... yes... Don't worry, Mr. Veratrum."

And Ban Fenghe's face lost all color, when Chenatura came to her side, she saw those cold eyes, staggered back two steps, her brain was almost blank, and her whole body was occupied by endless fear.

The venerable witches and elders were as vulnerable as ants in front of this man.

Ban Fenghe could only feel the coldness pouring out from the bottom of her heart continuously, and the courage that once supported her poured out like flowing water.

For a moment, she thought she was going to die.

The hellebore didn't even look at her.

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