I immediately understood what he was going to do next, no struggle, no resistance, just silently waiting.
He approached me step by step with the terrible thing, and I seemed to feel the breath of death slowly approaching me.
"Why is the expression so ugly!" He looked at me pretendingly with some worry, with a sympathetic expression on his face.
I ignored his words: "If you want to do it, hurry up!"
"Okay!" As he said, he tightly covered the iron on my shoulder, without warning, the sudden pain made me scream, I heard the squeak of burnt skin, and smelled a scorch. Rotten taste.
I firmly grasped the iron chain that bound me, and bit my lips desperately, not wanting to make the voice of surrendering and begging for mercy. The cold sweat on my forehead oozes out, and there is no sound anymore.
After all, I couldn't survive this cruel treatment, and I gradually lost consciousness.
In the dark night, in front of the gate of Shenlong Villa, two black figures appeared.
The two people walked straight into the door suddenly, without a trace of fear.
"I thought who was here! It turned out that it was an old friend here!" The voice was very enthusiastic, but at the same time it contained a bit of murderousness.
"Xie Shaofeng, where is Zilian?" Chu Mengfan said indifferently without a smile on his stern face.
"We haven't seen each other for three years, don't you want to retell the past first?" Xie Shaofeng's face was full of smiles.
"Where is Zilian?" Chu Mengfan repeated sharply.
"How do you say this, you are the one who throws people away, how come to ask me now, I will know from there!" Xie Shaofeng put on an innocent look.
"Where is Zilian?" he repeated for the third time.
"Yes! He is with me!" Another voice rang out in the air.
When Chu Mengfan heard this voice, a dazed expression slid across his face, but the speaker still noticed this subtle place.
"We haven't seen each other for many years, Fan'er, it should be more than ten years!" A man in white fell from the sky to Xie Shaofeng's side and said with some emotion.
'Fan'er', such a familiar name, for how long he hasn't heard this name, originally thought that no one would call it again, but at this moment, he really heard it.
"Where is Zilian?" Chu Mengfan seemed to be trying his best to endure something, his voice trembling.
"Aren't you here to confirm my identity? You don't have to care about that insignificant guy."
"Where is Zilian?" Chu Mengfan still said the same.
"Okay! Even if you take him back within half a month, he will still die, because no one but me will solve the poison." The white-clothed man said with some pride.
Chu Mengfan clenched his fists and spit out with difficulty: "You are also poisoned." He looked directly into his eyes, and said word by word: "I applied a poison specific to the Western Regions on Zilian. If you don't treat him Hand it over and you will die too."
"What?" The white-clothed man couldn't hide a little panic, and said in astonishment.
"If you hand over the purple lotus, we will give you the antidote." Chu Mengfan said coldly.
The white-clothed man smiled bitterly: "One life for another—? But, what if I don't pay it? Do you want to kill me a second time?"
Chu Mengfan was almost uncontrollable, and his eyes began to wander.
"Okay! My goal has been achieved, and I have asked someone to take him out! By the way, at that time, if Xie Daxia hadn't saved me, you would really never see me again!"
"..." Chu Mengfan was silent.
"He is already waiting for you at the door! Don't forget, we will meet again! Fan'er." After speaking, he left without looking back.