Marrying a Pharmacist: Duke, I May Poison You

The night was cold and the wind was cold, and the dead branches were the habitat of the crows. In the trembling, I didn't know whether it was the wailing of the dead branches or the screams of the crows. The atmosphere was extremely dark and rigid, approaching with danger.

Min Zhenmo turned over and watched that the white wall had become gloomy under the invasion of darkness, and the corner of the wall seemed to hide thousands of monsters and ghosts, gloomy with fear.

The arrow whizzed and passed through the hall, piercing the heavy quilt with a "ding", and pierced the bed.The arrow tail swayed constantly, as if it would be unwilling to penetrate the entire bed.

"Dead?" Through the black veil, the voice was very unreal. I don't know if the darkness was covering up or the speaker deliberately.

The next second someone stepped on the quilt next to the arrow with their toes. The person tentatively tentatively touched on the quilt, and quickly and concisely replied: "No, no one here."

"What, what's the matter?" Accompanied by this unbelievable sound, the lamp on the wall was suddenly lit by an open flame. The black-clothed man held the Huo Zhe in his hand and waved it, looking inquisitively at the time he had slept in Min Zhenmo. His accomplices on the bed.

When the sudden brightness came, the comrade shook his eyes, and after a pause, he immediately regained the sharpness of a killer. He opened the quilt and took a look, and analyzed: "The quilt is still warm. It hasn't been long before people left."

Hearing this, the black-clothed man holding the fire-folder threw the ashes-like fire-folder on the ground forcefully, and crushed it with black shoes, even though his behavior was very angry and irrational. But after all, he is a well-trained assassin. His rapid behavior makes him unable to see the slightest strangeness. Moreover, his voice is always cold and silent: "Chasing."

Soon, like the wind, no one can get rid of the chase.

After opening the quilt, the man in black stopped talking for a while. He studied it carefully, and now stopped the gust of wind: "There are blood stains on the quilt, and there is a small amount of blood on the arrow..." He saw the progress. After giving a detailed explanation, Assassin II concluded: "Although it was a small injury similar to a finger, it was hurt anyway."

Hearing that, Assassin One really stopped, and he still exposed his arrogant and arrogant nature while speaking: "I said, the prey I was aiming at would not be able to escape."

He seemed to laugh disdainfully and proudly, and replied: "This arrow carries the poison of the Wuzu. Even if we can't catch up with him, he will not be able to protect himself. The Wuzu's stuff has always been stained. Little life is not guaranteed."

The Assassin 2 over there clearly knew this too, and the tight nerve body also eased down, with obvious relaxation.

Assassin One stepped forward to observe his own arrows-or to show off with pride, "It looks like we can deal with the master over there."

Assassin Two looked at Assassin One’s many cold-lighted arrows under the lights, and said cautiously: “Let’s chase after them. Although we are poisoned by the fog tribe, we can catch up with Min Zhenmo and bring them back directly. At the first level, the master will be more satisfied."

Assassin One also thought of his master's temperament and the pursuit of perfect personality, a bit painful: "Now chase? Min Zhenmo martial arts is good, now chasing people do not know where to go."

Assassin II ignored him, and immediately flashed into action.

Assassin One felt the people around him disappear, and was silent for a while. Some reluctantly put down the arrow in his hand, folded it, and said with a smile: "However, it is to chase slowly. It’s best to witness Min Zhenmo’s death with his own eyes. This is the pleasure of having a master’s mission."

The disappearing wind didn't bother to pay attention to him.

When Min Zhenmo felt the killing intent, he quickly turned over and got out of bed. When the arrow was still in the quilt, he keenly felt the strength of the person coming. It seemed that he was not weak. Now the enemy is dark, and the chance of winning is not big. .

As a much-loved target, he immediately made the right choice and fled through the window.

He waited until he had escaped a few miles before he realized that it was wrong.

Min Zhenmo slowly raised his hand, and now he realized that he was using the power of nine cows and two tigers, and under the light and shadow, Min Zhenmo's injured middle finger had been swollen, black and ugly.

It was the opening cut by the fierce sword air when he escaped from the bed and opened the quilt. At that time, Min Zhenmo focused on considering the strength of the assassin, and didn't worry much about the injuries on his fingers.

In fact, Min Zhenmo didn't care about this wound that was not even a minor injury.

Unexpectedly, poison was used.

He also did not hesitate to use arrows, a weapon with a high possibility of being detected. It must have been prepared in advance, for example, it was poisoned.

Min Zhenmo naturally wouldn't say such useless words as despicable villains. He watched and opened his sleeves and found that the blackness on his fingers had spread along the blood as expected.

Only then did Min Zhenmo remember the act of escaping with luck just now, which greatly promoted the blood circulation, that is to say, it was a flee for his life.

Of course not to escape, being overtaken by the assassin, although it can be beaten, but more blood circulation, the ending is similar?

The only difference is that he cut his enemies when he died?

Min Zhenmo knew that the poisoning situation on his body was not optimistic, but now he was still thinking about it.

For example, at the moment he fell, what he thought was: What he can do is nothing more than an assassin who listens to money.As for the black hands behind the scenes, they are still in the high hall and are at large.

Speaking of, the black man behind the scenes, Min Zhenmo himself wanted to know who was trying to harm him.

The crooked crescent, I don't know who is laughing at.

Min Zhenmo looked at the crescent crescent, his field of vision became smaller and smaller, and gradually became a line. Min Zhenmo sadly found that his vision was also getting blurred. The last bright crescent seemed to be drawn The face of a peerless woman.

The woman's eyes were curved like a crescent with a smile.

I don't know if the poison swallowed Min Zhenmo's consciousness or gave him hallucinations.

That corner looked like a mocking crescent, which was tender and delicate.

Under the cold moonlight, through the cold wind, the female voice said: "There seems to be a poisoned ghost here. The poison is... Oh, really lucky, the test product sent. This poison I can't use it for a long time..."

Min Zhenmo's trance line finally closed.

Before you die, you can imagine such a beautiful woman... Min Zhenmo, how lonely you are.

When the prince died, Xianqing complained to himself like this.