She jumped up suddenly, having long forgotten the slap he gave her, and stretched out her hand to turn his body around. There was a short knife stuck on his back. The wounds around it had turned black.
Zichen took a breath of air and stared at him: "Hey, do you have any detoxification medicine on you?" Bai Zimo's face was gray and his body could hardly move. He shook his head slightly and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
But his larynx was spasmed, but he couldn't spit out even a single word. He couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. He naturally had the antidote on him. But it was very troublesome to detoxify the poison, and the procedure was very cumbersome. Now he can't even speak.
If I don't, how can I explain the antidote? Perhaps, this is really God's retribution for me, letting me die in the institution set up by my ancestors. Is this just shooting myself in the foot? He just felt like his mind was spinning.
Chaos, the muscles all over the body gradually stiffened, and the fingers and toes were numb and cold. Knowing that death would only happen in an instant, he couldn't help but sigh softly, rolled his eyes, glanced at Yi Zichen, and secretly sighed in his heart: "Zichen, in this life
No fate, I hope I can make it up to you in the next life..." Yi Zichen saw that his body was getting colder and stiffer, and his heart seemed to be immersed in ice water. Should he just die like this? No
!Never! She had to give it a try no matter what. She had no time to think about it anymore. She suddenly possessed him and tore the robe off his back with a stab. She held the short knife in her little hand and jerked it outwards.
Pulling it out, only a small amount of black blood slowly gushes out. Yi Zichen knew that it was due to a toxic attack and slow blood flow. She gritted her teeth, put her small mouth up, and sucked it in mouth by mouth. Bai Zimo
He was shocked, thinking that if you sucked like this, you would be poisoned. He wanted to shout loudly to stop. But the muscles of his throat were almost paralyzed, and he moaned twice, but how could he say anything? He wanted to struggle, but his whole body was so numb
It was like wood and stone, unable to move... Yi Zichen sucked in a mouthful of poisonous blood and spit it out on the ground. He sucked in the poisonous blood for fifty or sixty times, and the dark poisonous blood gradually turned red until he saw it being sucked out.
His blood was bright red, knowing that all the toxins had finally been sucked out of him.