He was a little annoyed.
I finally prepared a meal of mutton shabu-shabu, and I was enjoying it.
You fell from the sky in no time.
It ruined our mood for eating.
I, Ye Qingyun, hate being interrupted while eating.
It would be nice if you were cremated directly without throwing you under the big iron pot.
I'm just leaving it here to keep you company.
"Have a meal?"
The Five Poison Demon Sheng was stunned for a moment.
He couldn't help but look towards the big iron pot not far away.
His nose moved.
I smelled a strong aroma.
So refreshing!
Immediately, the Five Poison Demon Saint felt that his already declining energy and blood had become inexplicably stronger.
“It smells so good!”
The Five Poison Demon Saint murmured.
"What the hell?"
Ye Qingyun frowned.
"I want to have a taste of what's in that iron pot, can I?"
The Five Poison Demon Saint didn't know what was going on, but he felt that the scent aroused his greed.
Saliva kept pouring out of his mouth.
I especially want to taste the food in that big iron pot.
It seems that if I don’t take a sip, I won’t be able to rest in peace until I die.
Ye Qingyun was speechless.
But considering that this guy is about to die, I might as well help him.
After all, he is a dying person.
Just think of it as doing something good.
"Wait."
Ye Qingyun took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup directly from the big iron pot.
Then he walked to the Five Poison Demon Saints.
"It's a bit hot, why don't I give you a blowjob?"
Ye Qingyun curled his lips and said.
But he saw the Five Poison Demon Saint staring straight at the soup in the spoon.
White flowers!
The aroma is overflowing!
There is still a layer of grease floating on it.
The Five Poison Demon Saint, who was still lying on the ground like a mummy, suddenly became
He sat up straight.
Ye Qingyun was shocked.
Good guy!
Just a spoonful of mutton soup.
This guy suddenly sat up in a state of deathly illness?
Seeing the eager look on the Five Poison Demon Saint's face, Ye Qingyun quickly handed over the spoon.
The Five Poison Demon Saint quickly grabbed the spoon and drank the steaming mutton soup in one gulp.
Gurgling!
Not too hot at all.
After taking a sip of the mutton soup, the Five Poison Demon Saint suddenly made a pleasant sound.
“It tastes so good!”
Later.
The body of the Five Poison Demon Saint stiffened.
Then he fell straight to the ground.
Ye Qingyun "???"
Everyone "???"
what's the situation?
Didn't you sit up just now?
Why did you lie down again after taking a sip of soup?
He won't die like this, right?
So what did you want to say before?
"Um, did he die?"
Ye Qingyun pointed at the Five Poison Demon Saint lying motionless on the ground.
Mu Yangzi frowned and stepped forward to check.
"Sir, he died."
Really dead?
Ye Qingyun looked shocked.
I looked back at the big iron pot.
Did a mouthful of mutton soup really send this Five Poison Demon Saint away?
Everyone's expressions were also quite strange.
The five-poison demon saint who was a powerful figure died like this?
It's really sad.
"For the sake of his past status as a heir to the political strategist family, it's better to bury him properly."
Shu Sheng sighed.
Just when he wanted to step forward to deal with the body of the Five Poison Demon Saint.
suddenly!
The Five Poison Demon Saint, who had already died, suddenly opened his eyes again.
Then he sat up straight again.
It shocked everyone.
Is it a fake corpse?
Still not dead?
Everyone stared at the Five Poison Demon Saints with vigilance.
But he saw the Five Poison Demon Saint sitting blankly, seemingly still in a daze.
To be continued...