Chapter 1062： If there is no cure for three months, you will die

Chapter 1062 If there is no cure for three months, you will die

Xiao Mohan hugged him tightly and gently in his arms.

He hugged Xiao Yijue and walked outside, hurriedly roaring like something important.

In the afternoon, at dusk.

Yao Rong was sent back to the apartment by Gu Chuyan. She turned around to go upstairs. Thinking of Zhuo Li's body, she walked towards the pharmacy in front.

Pick a good medicine, and when the bill is paid, someone walks towards her.

"You..." Yao Rong turned around and looked at a tall and thin old man. He was dressed in black, his face was thin, and his eyes were full of cold expression.

"Thank you, please." Yao Rong whispered.

He reached out and clasped her wrist.

"Sir, please respect me a little bit." Yao Rong was clasped with her wrist, she struggled hard, pushed hard, and the old man took a half step back.

His body hit the front desk of the cabinet, Yao Rong looked up, threw the medicine on the shelf, turned around and ran.

"Ah." She rushed forward, and several people appeared, stood in front of her, and stretched out their hands to push her back.

Yao Rong stretched out his hand, grabbed the medicine powder on one side, tore it open forcefully, and smashed it towards them, holding the lighter, and fell towards them.

"Get out of the way," she said coldly.

The old man is calm and calm, but his cold eyes are scary.

"Miss Yao, don't bother! Follow me and keep you safe, otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless." He said coldly, his face old and wrinkles deep enough to trap flies.

He stepped forward and came to her like a skeleton.

"Yao Shengba was infected with a kind of poison. You should know about this." The man said in a cold voice, Yao Rong gave up the struggle and turned to look at him.

Seeing her quiet, he reached out and touched her head.

"This is good." He lowered his head, his face close, scared Yao Rong back.

The old man sneered, stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm, and said: "That kind of poison will not get an antidote within three months. Yao Shengba will interrupt his meridians, and the blood will be drained, and he will die. Boy, I should have mentioned it to you?"

Yao Rong listened, she stared at him, pointed at him and said, "Is it the medicine you gave my dad?"

"Follow me, he can live." He threw out his chips, obviously confident.

Yao Rong was so angry that his body kept trembling. He stepped back to the counter and saw a weighing man! She reached out and grabbed it, and when he approached, she slammed his forehead forcefully.

Blood splashed from his forehead.

"Looking for death." He raised his hand and waved at her.

Yao Rong held the scissors with his backhand (the pharmacies all have knives for cutting medicinal materials), and poked him into the palm of his hand. He clasped his arm and pushed it to one side.

"Ah." She fell to the ground, grabbed the pill on one side, unscrewed it and threw it on the ground, turned and fled towards the back door.

"I don't know whether to live or die, chase me." The old man covered his forehead, looked at her figure and said, and yelled vigorously: "Hit half-dead, let her kneel and beg me."

"Yes." The bodyguards rushed forward, chasing Yao Rong.

"Hei Patriarch." A bodyguard stepped forward, helped him sit down, inspected the wound, and said: "Yao family, it's too uneasy, why do you give her face? Just tie it up."

"What do you know?" The old man listened and said sharply.

He raised his head, his black eyes were unpredictable.

"The Zhuo family must have something to do with her. As long as she is allowed to marry me, then ask, Zhuo and Xiao’s iron triangle relationship will be broken by me." The old man smiled coldly, without any shame.

He is almost 80 years old, and Yao Rong is just 20 years old.

The two are different in age and not too old, but he wants to possess young girls and force others to submit.

(End of this chapter)