"Little guy, are you willing to accept me as your master?" Poison King looked at the young man in front of him with interest.
Yeah, red lips, white teeth, clean and handsome.
When he was young, he was just as handsome. If he hadn't met his perverted master and practiced a poisonous technique that made him unable to survive or die, he wouldn't have become what he is today.
The Poison King had already begun to fantasize about some ugly poisonous techniques that would be passed on to him and turn the handsome, clean and sunny young man in front of him into a living ghost with a hideous appearance like him.
It is said that the Poison King likes to accept apprentices, and he only has one criterion for accepting apprentices - good looks, regardless of gender.
However, among all the disciples of the Poison King, the only one who was not disfigured was his own son Baili Ye Qing.
Seeing the Poison Dynasty's Feng Xingying extend an olive branch.
"How about it? If you become my disciple, I can match you up with her." In order to win over this kid, the Poison King even sacrificed Nangong Yulian.
Nangong Yulian bit her red lips tightly, but did not dare to say a word.
Although she is the most noble princess of the Dali Kingdom, she is just a humble little disciple in the Divine Pill Valley, and in the eyes of the Poison King, she is no different from a maid.
If she hadn't invited Poison King to deal with Feng Xingying, she wouldn't be so cowardly.
Especially this time, the Poison King fell ill on the way, so it must be a woman, and he almost let her... especially those four women run away. I'm afraid, she will not be able to escape her tragic fate after all.
Rather than being trampled by this ugly old ghost, Nangong Yulian would rather be with the beautiful boy in front of her.
Her wonderful eyes couldn't help but look at Feng Xingying lovingly.
Feng Xingying was obviously an insulator and showed no response to Nangong Yulian's friendship.
It's just a matter of accepting disciples.
Feng Xingying is most afraid of hearing people ask her if she is willing to become a disciple.
What's more, Poison King's reputation has always been extremely bad.
Furthermore, is he worthy of being Feng Xingying’s master
Feng Xingying raised his palm-sized face with a smile on his face. The smile was sarcastic and undisguised.
"If you have this skill, Lord Poison King, why not revive your men first?"
In this case, it is considered a formal challenge among drug users.
Feng Xingying also wanted to see how much this Poison King weighed. Can the poison of Burning Powder be detoxified
Unexpectedly, Poison King showed a sinister smile on his face, and with his water spiritual power, he turned into several dark clouds and rolled towards the guards respectively.
The next moment, they stopped wailing and lay quietly on the ground.
So dead!
"So is the Poison King planning to admit defeat?" Feng Xingying laughed sarcastically.
Killing the poisoned person, isn't that no different from poisoning the person
"I fight poison for hundreds of miles, and I never pretend to be another person's body. Little guy, if you have any poison, just use it on me." The Poison King patted his chest with his hands as dry as eagle talons.
Feng Xingying thought of Baili Ye Qing, immune to all poisons!
The Poison King is a hundred miles away, so he must be invulnerable to all poisons.
Feng Xingying suddenly had an idea.
"If senior wants me to be convinced and worship you as my teacher, you must allow me to go to Shesheng Cliff. Only the enchantment of Shesheng Cliff can make my poison have the greatest effect."
"No need to go to such trouble." Bailihui waved his hand and stretched out his eagle claws like a ghost, grabbing Feng Xingying's neck:
"You are too weak and not worthy of fighting against me!"
He wants to attack with force.
Baili Hui didn't want to kill Feng Xingying, but he really wanted to be her disciple, and then torture and train him into another poisonous hand with a twisted personality.