It's not difficult to kill yunrou. You can taste the most extreme pain in your life, and you have to bear it once a day. Your heart is full of pain and resentment. This is the most tragic.
Many people heard Yun Yu's words, and they all trembled subconsciously. Every day they were torn and torn. People still had to stay awake. There was no way to die. What kind of pain was it? If you get hit by such a terrible thing, you might as well die.
Of course, it has to be able to die. When the poison attacks, the consciousness is very clear, but the whole body is powerless, can only bear the pain. But after the pain, how can a person who recovers consciousness commit suicide? Others may, but like yunrou, it's not necessarily.
"Princess, you are so powerful that you can't let us live." The hidden moon howls. Princess, it's really terrible. Everything is better than them in alchemy. Do they have a way to live?
Murong Fengqing is too lazy to pay attention to him. He gives a look in his eyes. Yunrou's plot is broken, so he goes on to say, "did you just win or lose?" Although it's unnecessary to ask, after all, the injured young masters of the three ethnic groups still can't stand up straight.
"Why not?" Gu Wujue gently pinched Murong Fengqing's cheek, and then looked at the three minority masters, "you little masters, are you willing to gamble and admit defeat? Should you hand over the artifact?"
The young masters of the three ethnic groups were filled with anger when they heard the words. In the face of loneliness and coldness, none of them made any action. They made it clear that they didn't want to hand over their artifact. If they hand over the artifact, doesn't it mean that they will be respected by the dragon from now on? Such a fact, let three people have no way to do.
"Do you three want to turn back?" The old man yelled and looked at the three elders.
"We have retreated to Phoenix Villa for many years, and we have no power to deal with other things. Your victory or defeat is up to you." The three elders said shamelessly, obviously they didn't want to admit it or pay attention to it.
"You three!" The old man looked around for a week and found that many people bowed their heads and didn't want to take charge of the Dragon Valley. Obviously, someone wanted to remain neutral and didn't want to admit the contest.
"In this case, it can only be..." Murong Fengqing and guwujue exchanged a look, and they suddenly rushed to the three people, each of them grabbed one and put the two poisons that had been prepared in their hands into their mouths, forcing them to swallow them.
"What did you do?" Yue Junxi and mu Qianye hold their necks. What is it? What did the couple feed them?
"It's ok if you don't give an artifact. If you don't have an antidote, this kind of Qugong pill in your body will eat away a little bit of your Kung Fu in one day. After 20 days, you will be no different from 20 years ago. After a month, you will never be able to practice martial arts again, no doubt like a useless person. After two months, your hands and feet will become old and you won't be able to walk well
This kind of Qugong pill doesn't hurt people's lives, but for them, Kung Fu is everything, which is the most fatal.
"You are alone!" Yue Junxi and mu Qianye want to force the pill out, but pressing the stomach is useless. After vomiting for countless times, they have to give up. They look at Gu Wujue and Murong Fengqing angrily, "Why are you aiming at us?"