Vol 10 Chapter 870: Like constipation

In the face of the three warriors, Ye Heng opened the storage or took out a few spirit herbs and medicines, then sat cross-legged, and began to refining the medicine medicine.
The three warriors looked at this scene and did not understand what Ye Heng was about to do, but intuitively told them that no matter what they did, it would not be a good thing for them.
Soon after, the refining of Yiyeheng's "Pill of Medicine" was completed, and three purple "Pills" of Medicine appeared in his hands.
Ye Heng "lu" gave a faint smile and looked at the three people.
"I am giving you a chance to tell me who sent you, and I will spare you."
But after listening to the three warriors, they all showed their firm eyes. It seemed that no matter what Yeheng did, they could not betray the people who sent them over.
The leaves were always there, and there was nothing more to say, so I shrugged my shoulders and picked up a pill "medicine" and stuffed it into the mouth of one of the warriors.
The warrior knew that it was impossible for Yeheng to eat good food for him, so he shut his mouth tightly and seemed to hope that he could fight against Yeheng.
But for this, Ye Heng can only say, "You are still too young."
Then Ye Heng raised his other hand, put his palm on his scalp, pressed his thumb against his nose, and pulled hard, and the mouth of the warrior was easily opened.
Without saying anything, Ye Heng directly threw a pill "pill" into his mouth, and then a wave of air condensed in his hand, hitting his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.
"Cough, cough"
The warrior blushed and coughed twice, looking at Ye Heng, his eyes full of anger.
"Don't be delusional, you just killed me, feed me poison pill, and I won't tell you any useful information!"
auzw.com Ye Heng smiled lightly at this and then said.
"Who told you that I gave you poison red, I don't want to waste the materials for refining poison red."
The martial artist could not help but froze for a moment, frowning and looking at Ye Heng.
"So what did you give me?"
Ye Heng didn't say a word, only "lu" smiled, don't give him a deep look.
The warrior saw Ye Heng smiled, and still "exposed" such a strange smile, could not help shaking his body, a little scared.
But in the next five or six minutes, the warrior didn't feel anything wrong, nothing unusual.
He began to think that this "medicine" had no effect at all, but Ye Heng took it out to frighten them.
A discerning sneer appeared on the face of the disciple who thought he had seen through all of them, and looked at Ye Heng.
"Well, if you think we can betray only by psychological warfare, then you look down upon us too much."
But for the warrior's words, Ye Heng didn't pay attention, but sat quietly on the sofa waiting for something.
Slowly, the disciple began to feel something was wrong, a slight itch came faintly, trying to scratch, but his hand was out of reach.
Fortunately, the itch is not particularly strong, and he can bear it. But gradually, this feeling became more and more intense. He wanted to break free of the rope with his hands but he was afraid that Ye Heng would hit him instantly after he broke free of the rope.
But if he didn't break free, he couldn't bear itching again, and the expression on his face was twisted, as if he was constipated.
The two warriors beside him also noticed this, and couldn't help but take a breath of air, looking at Ye Heng's eyes with a trace of fear.