"Yes!" Mo Jiuli said.
"Elder Han, did you hear that?" The old man said expressionlessly after hearing this. At this mont, another old man wearing a dark blue robe stepped out from the crowd. The old man looked sowhat strange, with red hair covering his forehead, a slightly stooped figure, and an unnaturally pale complexion, giving the impression that he could collapse at any mont.
Mo Jiuli squinted slightly when he saw the old man. The old man walked to the side of the elder of the Zongzheng Family, then glanced at Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan, and finally, his gaze fell on Mo Jiuli as he asked, "Did you make the poison, or did soone else give it to you?"
"Is there a problem? What if I made it, and what if I didn’t?" Mo Jiuli asked.
"If you didn’t make it, then keeping you alive is useless. If you did make the poison, I can promise you that as long as you abolish your own cultivation base, I will spare your life!" The old man looked at Mo Jiuli and said, his tone was so condescending that it made Mo Jiuli want to laugh.
"Spare my life? By a person who relies on poison to prolong his life? Don’t you find it ridiculous?" Mo Jiuli retorted sarcastically at the old man.
"What did you say? How do you know?" In the blink of an eye, the old man appeared in front of Mo Jiuli, his hand grasping Mo Jiuli’s neck, but without exerting much force. Both Mo Jiuli and Di Minghan were shocked; the old man moved so fast it astonished them. It was the first ti they’d encountered soone with such speed — too fast.
Mo Jiuli’s expression darkened slightly, but he showed no concern about the old man’s proximity, calmly saying, "If you want to shout it out loud for everyone to hear, you can continue to stay this close to !"
Sure enough, the old man was taken aback by these words, hesitated for a mont, and then slowly released his grip, stepping back to a distance one step away from Mo Jiuli. Clearly, if Mo Jiuli said sothing to provoke him, he would still strike without hesitation...
Seeing the old man back away, Di Minghan relaxed slightly, but did not dare to let down his guard, keeping his Divine Sense locked on the old man at all tis. Mo Jiuli looked at the old man and communicated telepathically, "The Love Flower is inherently extrely poisonous, but you need to take the petal of a Love Flower leaf at intervals. Obviously, the poison in your body is incurable, and only by using the toxicity of the Love Flower to fight poison with poison can you sustain your life! But since the Love Flower is so hard to find, I suppose your body looks so poor because you should take a whole petal each ti, but instead you only take half, right?"
"So those poisons were indeed made by you. You killed the young master and lady of the Zongzheng Family. Even if you had the Love Flower, I wouldn’t help you. You must pay the price, but if you have the Love Flower I want, I can trade one petal for one of your lives, but you must abolish your own cultivation base to give the Zongzheng Family an explanation!" The old man paused slightly and then communicated telepathically to Mo Jiuli.
"Sorry, I don’t have the Love Flower!" Mo Jiuli responded with a faint smile.
"Then you shall die..."
"But I can cure your poison!" Before the old man finished speaking, Mo Jiuli communicated again.
"What did you say? Are you serious? Can you really do it?" The old man looked at Mo Jiuli in shock and asked, how could it be possible? He knew his own poison best—if there was any way to detoxify it, he wouldn’t have chosen to use the Love Flower to fight poison with poison to sustain his life!
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