"Ah! My hand, my hand!"
Chang Guchuan's eyes felt like they were about to burst, gripping his wrist tightly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the torrent of blood.
At that moment.
Ye Xuan's indifferent voice rang out: "It's true that I'm human, and I'm afraid of being calculated against, but... you may not know this yet, I'm indeed immune to all poisons. That Soul Fragrance you're talking about is useless on me."
"What?"
Chang Guchuan's pupils contracted as he stared at Ye Xuan: "You... you weren't poisoned? You found out that there was poison in the heating early on?"
Ye Xuan shrugged, playing with the dagger Chang Guchuan used to try to kill him, his face full of mockery, the expressions of ridicule like countless sharp swords stabbing into Chang Guchuan's heart.
The scarlet wound on his wrist finally transmitted unbearable pain.
The pain made Chang Guchuan sober, and clarity made him furious.
