Chapter 323

The middle-aged man frowned, but didn't kill the frog. His eyes fell on Tang San: "little three, this is your friend?"

"Yes, uncle gang." The tone of Tang San is more respectful, because the person sitting here is Tang Zhenggang, who is also the martial uncle of Tang San in terms of seniority, and Tang Zhenggang is the lineage of Tang clan.

"Young man, sit down." Tang Zhenggang said to Qin Lang.

Qin Lang was not polite. He sat across from Tang Zhenggang.

Tang San is a junior. Naturally, he is embarrassed to sit down in front of Tang Zhenggang.

After sitting down, Tang Zhenggang didn't ask someone to pour tea for Qin Lang, but asked him, "so you hurt the dog?"

"Dog? Oh, the man who was going to assassinate me that day was your son. " Qin Lang nodded softly, "if your son wants to assassinate me that day, then the one who hurt him should be me."

"Your accomplishments could not have hurt him." Tang Zhenggang said, "young man, when is it time to report wrongs to each other? The dog is now poisoned. I believe you should have an antidote."

"There is an antidote." Qin Lang nodded.

"Where is the antidote?" Tang Zhenggang asked.

"On me." Qin Lang said.

"Then, please leave the antidote." Tang Zhenggang said.

"It's OK to leave antidotes. There must be a dream story." Qin Lang said calmly that even in the face of Tang clan people, Qin Lang did not flinch at all.

"Young man, what do you want to say?" Tang Zhenggang said with a frown.

Instead of answering immediately, Qin Lang picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and said sarcastically, "no one pours tea, I can only pour it myself."

"Young man, do you dare to drink the tea made by the people of Tang clan?" Tang Zhenggang's words if there is a point.

Even Tang San gave Qin Lang a look: people of Tang clan are proficient in poisoning, which is a well-known thing in the Jianghu. Therefore, even if the people of Tang clan invite people to drink tea, I'm afraid no one dares to drink it. Who is not afraid of poisoning!

Qin Lang did not hesitate or answer Tang Zhenggang's words. Instead, he drank all the tea in front of him and said, "tea is not a good tea, but it tastes good."

Tang Zhenggang's eyes flashed a few admiring colors, and nodded slightly: "not many brave young people, young people, your name is high."

It wasn't until Qin Lang drank this cup of tea that Tang Zhenggang really regarded Qin Lang as the No. 1 person, so he asked Qin Lang's name.

"My name is Qin lang." Qin Lang said calmly, "the tea is non-toxic. I can't imagine that people in Tang clan are good at making tea."

"Tangmen people are not only good at concealed weapons and killing people." Tang Zhenggang said calmly, "since the tea has been drunk, I don't know the antidote of little gentleman?"

"The antidote can be given. But a cup of tea will change my antidote. I'm afraid it's too simple. " Since Tang Zhenggang liked to play music, Qin Lang accompanied him to play music. Anyway, it wasn't Qin Lang who was poisoned, but Tang Zhenggang's son.

"You know, our Tangmen tea is not so easy to drink." Tang Zhenggang frowned and said, "besides, you should know that I can make you drink this cup of tea today, which is to give you face."

"Give me face?" Qin Lang's tone became a little cold. "If this is even for face, then Tang clan's face, or your face is too big!"

"Tang clan's face is big!" Tang Zhenggang stood up, glanced out of the window, and then a little cold light flew out of his fingertips. He heard a whoosh. The frog that was still croaking outside finally stopped.

There seemed to be a sudden silence all around.

Tang Zhenggang snorted: "young man, you should be a person in the Jianghu. I believe your school should have told you that we in the Tang clan are not easy to provoke!"

"Tangmen's secret weapon Kung Fu is good. But killing a pheasant can't scare me - poison slave, give it to me! "

As soon as Qin Lang's words came out, Feng Kui, who was just like dead wood, suddenly moved, releasing a violent atmosphere, which made Tang Zhenggang's mind have a dangerous idea. He was about to fight against Feng Kui's surprise attack, but he saw that Feng Kui jumped down from the window door and directly jumped into the river. After a few leaps, he soon came back Jump up to the second floor and return to Qin Lang's back.

At this time, Feng Kui was full of water, but he had a dead frog in his hand.

On the frog's body, there is a nail about three or four centimeters long.

The frog had just died, but the white and tender belly turned black and blue, obviously poisoned.

Tang Zhenggang didn't know the intention of Qin Lang's move. While he was wondering, he heard Qin Lang say to Feng Kui, "such a fresh and delicious thing will be enjoyed by you."

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Feng Kui pulled a nail from the frog's body, then directly dropped the dead frog into his mouth, and crunched it up, just like eating something delicious.

Seeing this scene, the two young people standing next to Tang Zhenggang could not stand it any longer. Their faces were rather ugly, and one of them even began to retch.

Tang Zhenggang's brow was even more wrinkled. When Feng Kui put out his hand, Tang Zhenggang was convinced that the "wooden man" beside Qin Lang was a good player in the realm of internal breathing. The key point was that the old man didn't disobey Qin Lang's orders at all. Even Qin Lang let him eat the poisoned dead frog, he didn't mind, and he enjoyed it.

In Tang Zhenggang's view, the old man brought by Qin Lang must be a "psychopath", but normal people are often afraid of madmen. The fear of madmen is not only for ordinary people, but also for martial arts practitioners. The madmen who can master Kung Fu are often more terrible, because they are not afraid of pain or death, of course, they are very difficult to deal with.

"It's just that the madman just ate the poisoned frog. Can't he be poisoned?" Tang Zhenggang murmured in his mind that the old man in front of him should be poisoned, but it seems that he was eating with relish. There is no sign of poisoning.

What's more, Qin Lang soon confirmed Tang Zhenggang's conjecture: "my old servant likes to eat some strange things. He thinks they are better than delicacies. Usually, he likes to eat poisonous snakes, scorpions and so on. Today, he occasionally eats a frog, which is also called a tooth offering. Well, don't frown any more, Mr. Tang. I don't want to continue this profound conversation with you. I'll go straight to the point. First of all, as a killer, your son is suffering from money and disasters. There is nothing wrong with him to kill us. However, the murderer always killed him, so he was injured by me and poisoned. That's right. And you, or Tangmen, can't detoxify him, so you can only turn to outsiders and find me through tangsan. So in my opinion, it's you who ask me! "

Tang Zhenggang's face sank.