Chapter 673: Poisoning (4)

Chapter 673 Poisoning (4)
Xiao Dong's face was iron and blue, and the hand under the sleeves was tightly gripped. The whole body was sharp and painful. He tried hard for several times and could not get up.
Murong Xue said that if he is innocent, he said: "You are the biological son of Emperor Nanzhao?"
Xiao Dong suddenly looked up to Murong Xue, the raging anger of the bottom of the burning, I can't wait to swallow her away: "What do you mean? Do you doubt? The emperor of Nanxun State, after birth, will use very special methods to identify blood. I have already identified it as a father’s biological son..."
Murong Xue nodded and looked at Xiao Dong carefully. He saw his appearance and Xiao Xi, Xiao Nan and Xiao Bei. They have two or three images. They should indeed be brothers.
However: "The Three Emperors Xiao Xi's technique is high and strong, and is respected by the people. The six emperors Xiaobei martial arts are strong and talented. The five emperors Xiaonan thoughts are vicious, but the martial arts is very good, and you are the second emperor, selfish and incompetent. It’s as small as a rat, no talent, no morality, and martial arts is still too disrespectful. It’s really hard to believe that you and they are brothers...

Xiaodong’s face is dark and the ink is about to drip out:
You have never heard of it, Longsheng nine sons, different words? You are not born with the same mother, temper, ability is different, there is What is weird?"
"There are people who are born with nine sons. The different things are different in appearance and character. They don't say that they are so bad..." Murong Xue casually returned to him with a sneer.
"You..." Xiao Dong looked dark and sullen, and looked at Murong Xue. He couldn't speak.
Murong Xue said that if he is innocent, he whispers: "Xiao Xi is a great sacrifice of the shrine. He can no longer be enthroned as an emperor. Xiao Nan is evil and not suitable for the emperor. Xiao Bei is a profound savvy person. He is a qualified emperor. However, Nanzhao Xianhuang actually gave him up, and choosing you to inherit the throne is really a blind eye..."
"Stop, you are not allowed to smash the father!" Xiao Dong snapped her words, burning at the bottom of the raging anger.
"How can I smash your father, I am ridiculing that you are not worthy of the emperor!" Murong Xue said a word, and the eyes of the cold eyes flashed in a sincere manner. She even admitted that she was taunting him, good, very good...
The hateful screaming toward Murong Xue, but seeing her sideways looking to one side, did not notice him at all, Xiao Dong glanced at it, grabbed the long sword that fell on the ground, and stabbed her to the past...
Sneak attack on her? Not self-reliant!
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a cold smile, and fluttered and flew Xiao Dong’s sword in his hand. He suddenly lifted his foot to his chest and took him out seven or eight meters away, hitting the wall and straight. Sliding down...
A cold light suddenly flashed. It was Xiaodong’s long sword that fell from high altitude and was heavily tied to his calf. The sharp blade trembled in the sunlight, reflecting the dazzling light.
Xiaodong’s screams pierced the clouds and resounded through the clouds:
Ah!

Murong Xue blinked his eyes, which is called self-satisfaction, self-confidence...
"Emperor!" A low-pitched call suddenly came over. Five men wearing cloaks descended from the sky, and fluttered down to Xiao Dong, watching Murong Xue on alert.
Murong Xue sneered and sneered, Xiao Dong was seriously injured, the lawful people of the underground palace arrived, and it was timely...
Xiao Dong is a bright eye, a long sigh of relief: "You are coming, help me to see the injury."
"Yes." The headed cloak man kneels down and carefully examines the injury on Xiaodong's leg: "The long sword is slightly biased, and the bones are not hurt. Now, the emperor pulls out the sword, and the emperor endures."
"Yeah!" Xiaodong nodded and quietly clenched his sleeves. He saw the cloak man grabbed the hilt and suddenly pulled it out. The blood spewed out. The painful Xiaodong was screaming again: "Ah...

"You can't light your movements? It hurts." Xiao Dong glared at the man in the cloak and screamed.
The man in the cloak looks cold: "The sword will pierce the meat on the upper leg, even if you are careful, you will hurt when you pull it out..."
"Shut up, let you be careful, you are careful, say so many useless nonsense..." Xiao Dong screamed violently, his head suddenly dizzy, and he always had a heavy picture. He shook his head hard. I don't want to, dizziness is even more powerful. He rubs his eyes hard, but people are more blurred, and his strength is also rapidly losing...
How is this going? Xiao Dong frowned and looked at the man in the cloak, who was close at hand. He saw that the man was watching him. The bottom of the sill flashed a shock: "No, the emperor is poisoned..."
Murong Xue glanced at him, looking down at Xiaodong’s face, his lips were purple, and he was poisoned. A black blood appeared in the wound on his calf, and the small half of his legs were dyed red and black. ......
"What is going on?" The man in the cloak frowned slightly, and a dress fluttered from the corner of his eye. The man's eyes were slightly condensed, and he slowly looked up at the skirt and saw the bright face of Murong Xue: " It’s your poison, just hand over the antidote!

Murong Xue disdain and disdain: "This method of adult, you look at the big eyes, stabbing Xiao Dong's sword, in addition to the ruby ​​in the hilt, also carved dragon, and the name of the Nanzhao royal family Xiao It is the sabre of your Southern Emperor Xiao Dong."
Xiaodong stabbed himself with his own sword. Even if the sword was poisonous, it was also Xiaodong's smeared, and had nothing to do with her.
"You have just touched this sword." The man in the cloak looked at Murong Xue coldly: As long as he touched the sword, he had the opportunity to apply medicine to the sword...
Murong Xue raised an eyebrow: "To be honest, I just flew the sword and I have never touched it!"
"Really?" The man in the cloak squatted with Rong Xue and obviously did not believe her words.
Murong Xue did not care, casually said: "Do not believe that with you, Xiaodong's face is gradually purple, the sword does not seem to be ordinary poison, you should take him back to the palace as soon as possible, find the doctor to detoxify If it is late, he may be dead..."
The man in the cloak looked down at Xiaodong, only to see his eyes closed. The face of Qingjun turned into a blue-purple with the speed of the human eye: "This is... a strong poison, doctor, it is difficult for a doctor to get rid of it unless it is Take the antidote to the refining of the drug maker."
Murong Xue’s bright face was slightly gloomy:
Are you sure that the poison on the sword is what I wiped?

"Isn't it?" The cloak man glanced at Murong Xue and slammed it at the end.
"Of course not." Murong Xue retorted unceremoniously.
"Do you have any evidence to prove that the poison is not wiped by you?" The man in the cloak was expressionless and asked coldly.
"Then, what evidence does you have to prove that the poison is what I wiped?" Murong Xue looked at the man in the cloak and asked coldly.
(End of this chapter)