Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

"You..." Mingchuan was about to say something, but the sticky touch in his hands disgusted him.

He endured the pain, but now he seemed not to be afraid of anything.

The other hand dragged his stiff legs and sat cross-legged on the ground, his amber eyes showing no emotion.

After the other party showed a satisfied expression, he suddenly said: "I have poison in my body."

The man stopped licking his lips, and the redness in his eyes rolled violently: "What did you say?"

Mingchuan raised his hand in front of his eyes, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "I was poisoned. I guess it won't take long for me to run out of breath."

He moved his hand to the opposite side and raised his eyes slightly, showing an innocent expression.

"Do you still want?"

This action forced the person back. He shook off his hand that was still bleeding, got up and walked around the room angrily.

Noticing that the unconscious person was showing signs of waking up, he picked him up, pulled the other person's hair hard, and asked: "Did you poison this kid? Didn't you tell me not to touch him again?" Get up!"

Mingchuan on the side silently moved away.

He was going to die anyway, and being exposed would be a dead end.

And he heard a few words, why again?

Could it be that he wasn't the only one they hurt?

"I... didn't do it." The man who fell to the ground was shaken to the point of vomiting. His injuries had not yet been healed, and now he was speaking intermittently.

"Don't tell me it was Ah San who did it." The man's face looked extremely ugly and he kicked him again, "I can't live even if I die."

He kept walking and stopped suddenly.

Xiang Mingchuan walked slowly towards Mingchuan. At this time, he was thinking more: "How did you know that you were poisoned? Except for the poison that kills you in one bite, all members of our clan are colorless and tasteless. We don't even know the reaction to poisoning. You When did you know that?”

His eyes were fixed on Mingchuan, like a beast about to prey.

Mingchuan was thinking about how to deal with it, but his face remained calm.

He even smiled calmly: "Then let me ask you, is there such a poison in your clan? I myself experienced the dissipation of my memory, couldn't control my daily behavior, and finally my energy was sucked away."

Having mentioned the beginning, the rest will be easy to explain.

But his heart didn't seem so peaceful. He wasn't sure whether the other party knew this, so he could only rely on superficial signs to fool him first.

The man's eyes rolled after hearing this, and he turned around as if he didn't want to admit it.

Mingchuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but when he wanted to speak again, he paused.

How could he sense Ming Huaying?

The door of the house was shut tightly, and there was no view of the outside.

Mingchuan turned his attention back to the present, looked at the back of the person opposite and said, "In that case, why don't you detoxify me first?"

The other party's voice was as rough as grains of sand: "Ah San must have given you this poison. He has access to things unique to the inner sect. Only he can do the antidote."

"What about others?"

"Dead." The words were full of ridicule, "If he didn't steal other people's antidote, the poison in your body would have been gone by now."

other people?

The man turned around and happened to see Mingchuan's confused expression.

She walked to him and sat down, and explained kindly: "Seeing that you are about to die, I will explain it to you. The person next to your father is from a different branch from ours. She should want to take something from your father, Ah San I couldn’t stand the pain every month, so I broke your father’s chest out of nowhere.”

"If you don't tell me it's over, you'll kill yourself."

Mingchuan had seen Mingyan's body, and now he had no unnecessary feelings after hearing these words.

The pain is over.

He lowered his eyes, with no extra emotion on his face, which made the man narrow his eyes.

The man took out a dagger and asked him: "Do you need me to give you a pleasure?"

Mingchuan was still staring at the ground, his hands intertwined in front of him: "You used my blood, and you were also poisoned."

He saw the ground in front of him shake, and the dagger stood in front of him.

Mingchuan felt the other party's strong agitation, and raised and lowered his eyebrows.

Then he said: "I have a way to detoxify you."

"Excuse me? Why? Now shouldn't you want me to die as quickly as you?"

Mingchuan stood up with his hands on the ground. His legs, which had not been moved for a long time, were a bit unruly and he was shaking when he walked.

He found a wall close to the door for support, and the man followed him closely, refusing to let go even though he knew it was of no use to him.

Mingchuan looked at the person next to him, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said casually: "You can continue to look for the next person to use until you are alive."

His face was full of evil, and the words he spoke seemed like he didn't want to make anyone feel better.

The man scratched his chin with a dagger, and his fair face turned whiter, as if a blood-red flower had been planted on him.

He looked carefully at Mingchuan's face again, and the dagger moved restlessly.

Originally there were only bruises, but now there are a few blood stains.

Looking at the scarred face, he smiled: "Then how do you explain it?"

The smile on Mingchuan's lips widened, involving the new scars, but he said as if he couldn't feel the pain: "It's very simple."

Blood beads gathered along his cheeks and gathered on his chin. He wiped it nonchalantly and stretched out his hand to the other party.

The other party didn't know whether it was contempt for Mingchuan or something else, but he was sure that he didn't dare to have any evil thoughts, so he handed over the dagger.

Mingchuan placed the dagger in front of his eyes. It looked like the dagger was really sharp, illuminating his current appearance extremely clearly.

Seeing that he was reluctant to move, the man couldn't help but tilt his upright body.

He lost his patience and was about to urge him, but Mingchuan looked at him.

He approached with his usual expression, the dagger placed in front of him, and the man suddenly felt something bad.

But Mingchuan had already stretched out his arm, and with a puff, as if that wasn't enough, he started turning the dagger again.

He used all his strength to hold the man back. He knew that it would be difficult to go back today, and hurting him would at least not be a loss.

Even though this man was stabbed, he still had strength. He gathered strength under his body and struck Mingchuan's body with a palm.

puff--

His body felt extremely uncomfortable, every inch felt like it was being burned, and Mingchuan couldn't help but open his mouth.

All the spurted blood was sprinkled on the body of the person in front of him. His hand was slowly lowered and he closed his mouth that wanted to speak.

His body was pushed away and hit the wall, cold temperature was transmitted into his body, and he felt something stuck in his throat as he knelt on the ground.

He couldn't muster any strength, and his ears were ringing.

Is it an illusion?

Why did he seem to hear his sister calling him?

Before he passed out, a hand grabbed his shoulder vigorously, as if trying to throw him away.

Then he gradually couldn't hold on anymore, coughed up a big mouthful of dark red and fell unconscious.