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Chapter 20 Poisoning

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    Suddenly a white silk rose from the well, wrapped in inner strength and made a sound of breaking through the air, and went straight to Zining.

    In the blink of an eye, Yan Ji drew his sword out of its sheath and shattered the internal energy attached to the white silk. The white silk was torn into several pieces, fluttering and falling like rags.

    Instead of retreating, Ginkgo approached the two of them, holding a small porcelain bottle whose lid had been opened at some point in her hand.

    ? Colorless and odorless.

    Poison.

    Zi Ning caught a glimpse of the calmness on Ginkgo's face.

    Because she has no martial arts, they are not guarding against her.

    Ginkgo does not have martial arts, but it does not need martial arts.

    The bulging thing in her sleeve is not silver, but a poisonous poison that has been prepared for a long time.

    Without a good doctor

    Yan cum!

    Ginkgo has an antidote!  Catch her!

    It took only a moment for so many thoughts to turn around, and the Fuxue sword manual that I had practiced before came to my mind as if alive.

    Zi Ning pulled out the Hong Jing beside her, turned her wrist lightly, her fluttering sleeves looked like a goddess clothing snow, and the sword fluttered like snowflakes, she seemed to be dancing, without any murderous intent, Hong Jing pierced Ginkgo's right chest.

    She didn't move at all, and she didn't blink her eyes.

    Ginkgo's chest bloomed with blood, and the bright red blood dripped on the ground with a patter.

    Yan Ji stabbed to death the person who jumped out from the mouth of the well behind Zi Ning with a sword.

    He turned around and saw the broken porcelain bottle on the ground, his pupils shrank.

    Zi Ning pulled out the sword, gushing blood splashed onto her face, and her plain white cheeks were dyed a shocking red.

    Ginkgo fell to the ground, and she searched for the antidote on Ginkgo.

    What was stabbed was the lungs, Ginkgo will not die for a while, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly mocked: "There is no antidote, the higher the internal strength, the stronger the toxicity"

    There was a weird smile on the corner of her mouth: "Go down the wellyou know how to get that thing"

    That thing?

    "As long as there is that thing he can be saved."

    Zi Ning looked back, and found that Yan Ji was in a daze.

    Veins burst out on the back of his hand, and he took a step back and leaned against the mouth of the well.

    "Zining." He turned his head, his eyes lost focus.

    He raised his hand, then put it down as if he couldn't find the direction.

    Zining replied: "Master!"

    "Zining." He called out again, gripping his sword tightly.

    "Here." Zining walked over.

    Yanji was gone.

    Not only can't see, but also can't hear, even the sense of smell seems to have disappeared.

    He is dangerous like this.

    At this moment, his hand holding the sword is not very strong, but it is stable and firm, and it is ready to stab at any time to kill someone.

    The best way for a swordsman who cannot identify friend and foe is to kill all enemies that approach.

    If you rush over, you may be killed.

    Yanji's back is straight, he seems to only retain the sense of touch, and he is closing his eyes to feel and search carefully.

    "Zining." He finally lowered his voice.

    It seemed that he already knew that something was wrong with him, and he couldn't hear the answer. This time, he was not asking her, but more like talking to himself.

    Zining walked over.

    She held her breath, a little hesitant in her heart, but she couldn't watch him find herself.

    She took the initiative to grab his sword-holding hand, and put her five fingers on the back of his hand.

    Knowing that he couldn't hear, Zining still called him softly: "Master."

    But don't hurt her.

    The delicate and soft fingertips were close to the back of his hand, and Yan Ji did not stab the sword that seemed ready to strike.

    He held her tightly with the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded his head.

    He recognized it.

    The shallow internal force in Zi Ning's body was constantly surging, and the poison was taking effect.

    It gathers internal power to blind the senses one by one.  Her vision began to blur, her hearing gradually weakened, and her sense of smell became dull.

    Fortunately, her internal strength is not deep, and she can still see, hear, and smell dimly.

    The higher the internal strength, the more serious the poisoning, so that's what it means.

    With Yanji's deep inner strength, he should not be able to feel anything, suddenly lose his strength and direction, and the strong who are used to mastering everything may be at a loss, powerless, and lonely.

    Fortunately, the sense of touch is still there.

    After hesitating for a moment, Zi Ning moved his fingers lightly in the palm of his hand, brushing his skin with his fingertips to express comfort.

    Smooth??Five fingers crawled in the palm of his hand, itching and numb, in the silent darkness, the only remaining touch became all that could be felt.

    It felt so strong that it penetrated the spine, and Yanji paused for breath.

    The hand that grabbed her didn't dare to use any force, for fear of hurting her, it just tightened slightly.

    The other hand almost crushed the hilt of the crow's sheath sword.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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