"Extremely terrible person? Just the virtue that he had just fallen into your arms without any warning. Extremely terrible person may have something to do with him?"

The boy in black rolled his eyes and said, "And, even if he is really scary, there will be no threat from now on!"

Hanshanhedao: "Hmm? What did you do?"

"I just tried whether he was really drunk and used a magic lock needle."

A trace of murderous aura appeared in the eyes of the boy in black: "The poison on the needle will occur in half a month... I have confirmed just now that the poison of the God-locking needle has turned into a blue thread and melted into his bloodline."

"So, even if this person has the ability to do things... he is destined to be finished."

The boy in black said.

Han Shanhe frowned and said, "Are you sure?"

"The magic needle locks, there is no antidote at all." The boy in black looked cold in his eyes: "Just like... that kind of poison..."

Han Shanhe sighed softly and frowned, as if he disagreed with this approach, but later he didn't say anything, just said lightly: "I'm old..."

The boy in black said, "The Marshal is in his prime, why are he old?"

Then he stopped talking and helped Han Shanhe back to his room to rest.

...

In the guest room.

Yun Yang lay on the big bed with his back and forked snoring, slept like a dead pig, but his right hand was pressed against the base of his thigh.

Yun Yang's snoring sound was very rhythmic. He closed his eyes and his eyes were still motionless. He still murmured occasionally, and occasionally spit out a sip of wine...

No one would doubt whether this guy was pretending to be drunk when he saw this.

However, on his right thigh, his right hand moved quickly, and a faint blue light suddenly flashed across his thigh, and a needle as thin as cow's hair had reached the middle of his two fingers.

Another blink of an eye, the blue fine needle had disappeared.

But Yun Yang's heart was filled with clarity.

"What a cruel method!"
Chapter completed!