After rebirth, I was entangled by the enemy's protons

Chapter 122 Can't Die...

Xiao Yan lowered his head, fixedly staring at the celadon teacup in his hand.

The light-colored jasmine tea has cooled completely, exuding a faint tea fragrance, which seems to be no different from usual.

Afterwards, a cup of tea dropped from his hand, without breaking, and the stone surface soaked in tea became a little whitish.

Xiao Yan suppressed his sudden rapid breathing, raised his hand to tightly cover his mouth, his body trembled slightly.

A streak of blood slowly oozes from between his fingers and drips onto the sapphire tabletop, turning red to black, shocking.

Xiao Yan couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

His body was arched in pain, and he curled up into a ball again. One hand was digging hard on the hard ground, and the other hand was touching his waist.

"Snapped--"

There was a dagger tied around Xiao Yan's waist all the time. At this moment, because of a violent movement, it fell to the ground. The stone surface collided with the weapon and made a crisp sound. The dagger fell so far away that he no longer had the strength to pick it up.

He could only grit his teeth and let out a suppressed whimper from his throat, like a wounded and dying beast.

His slender, white fingertips were ruptured due to the excessive force with which he was digging the ground, and the entire palm was stained red with blood.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

But even so, Xiao Yan was trying his best to control the blood on the corners of his lips and fingers, not to stain his clothes. For this reason, his light-colored lips were already stained with blood...

Because this dress was given to him by Chu Yi.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe because he is used to such pain, Xiao Yan tried to move his already miserable finger again.

He raised his hand and finally grabbed the long sword that had just been sheathed on the table.

With the last strength, he used it to lift his arm, and the sleeve slid down, revealing his pale wrist, and then he chopped towards his forearm tremblingly.

The blood gathered into a cup of tea.

"Still, still...dirty..."

The lament of the young man sounded softly.

The bright red blood finally spread along the arms, elbows, and from the cuffs.

When Jiang Xianying came back, he saw such a strange scene.

The young man lay motionless in a pool of semi-congealed blood. More than half of his black cloak was soaked in blood. Because of the color, he couldn't see anything, but the whole thing was once darker.

Beside him was an unsheathed long sword and dagger, and in his hand covered with blood and small wounds, he was tightly clutching a ceramic teacup.

"Son!"

Jiang Yanying exhausted all his strength to let out a horrified cry.

The blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, because for a moment, he was not sure whether the young master was dead or alive.

"I... nothing... nothing..."

The young man in the pool of blood made a soft sound, and slowly got up, his black hair scattered, revealing a handsome face stained with blood.

The difference from the past is that this face is as cold and white as jade, but the thin lips seem to be smeared with crimson.

Those amber phoenix eyes were bloodshot even more, bewitching and bewitching.

His voice was hoarse as if a hole had been broken in his throat, the cold wind was howling, and every word made people feel a chill: "I can't die, don't worry..."

In this case, Xie Ying has heard it more than once.

Every time, after the son was injured, he would comfort him like this.

But after coming to the country of Yan, the young master had not been injured for a long time, so that he lost his vigilance, and even felt that the young master was strange and scary.

Seeing Xiao Yan like this, Xianying couldn't help but took half a step back.

It's really because the current young master seems to have just died once, and there is a creepy aura exuding from his body, which makes people shudder.

And that look in his eyes also reminded him of the first time he saw him in Yongguo Lenggong many years ago, his eyes were like this, bright and cold, obviously dying, but he never closed his eyes.

Realizing what he had done, Yingying's face froze slightly, and he hurriedly took a few steps forward, and stammered to explain: "I, my subordinate...the subordinate is not..."

He didn't know how to explain his behavior to the young master, but he knew that he must have hurt the young master's heart.

Xiao Yan noticed Xianying's retreat, but he didn't care at all.

Maybe he used to care, but, people are always afraid of monsters.

He squeezed the teacup slightly harder, and with a "click", the celadon teacup was broken, and several pieces of porcelain pierced his hand and was stained with blood.

"The tea was poisoned." He didn't mention the matter of Yingying's retreat, but explained in a cold voice, "but fortunately, there are still a few pills left of the detoxification pill left by Wei Rudai. I'm fine now."

As he spoke, Xiao Yan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"It turned out to be poisoning... Fortunately, fortunately, it was poisoning," Jiang Xianying finally came back to his senses as if recovering from a serious illness, patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, regained some composure, and couldn't help mumbling, " Wei... Rudai is still useful."

Fortunately, it was poisoning, but few people know, young master, the most feared thing is poisoning.

His Royal Highness's younger sister back then, Concubine Wei Rudai of Xiang was a well-known ghost doctor in Jianghu, and she was said to be the best at detoxification. Now, although the ghost doctor is gone, the elixir left by her is still there.

And, a lot.

People who wanted to kill the young master these years occasionally gave him some strange poisons, but after the young master took the antidote left by Wei Rudai, he could easily dissolve it.

Later, the people of Yongguo seemed to realize this, and they stopped poisoning and turned to assassination.

"Wait, if it was poisoning, then the person who did it—" Jiang Xianying carefully helped Xiao Yan up, looking at his bloody fingers with some unbearable, got up to look for gauze.

He suddenly thought of something, his hands stopped, and his face turned ugly.

Xiao Yan's brain was hurting vaguely, and he didn't know if it was the sequelae of poisoning, which made it difficult for him to concentrate on thinking.

After being helped into the room by Jiang Xianying, he pressed the center of his brows hard, and his tone was mocking: "Hehe, the people of Yongguo have already gained experience in poisoning. They want to kill me, so they don't know how to poison."

"Yes," Jiang Yanying nodded again and again. He wanted to get up and smell the tea, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. "If it's in the tea... that tea was freshly prepared before the subordinate went to Wenyuan Pavilion to be on duty in the morning." Soaked it, and I drank a couple of sips after soaking it, and nothing happened, that is to say, the poison was poured in after the subordinate left."

Xiao Yan closed his eyes and adjusted his internal breath.

I heard Jiang Xianying sighing beside him: "Someone sneaked into Your Excellency Mingyue to poison you, and you didn't even notice it. What a high level of martial arts it must be..."

"Ah, here." The corner of Xiao Yan's mouth twitched.

He didn't say, maybe it wasn't because of his martial arts level, but because he had a very heavy dream.

It's embarrassing, every time he has such a dream, he loses consciousness...

Jiang Yanying slapped his forehead, suddenly took out a note, and said, "My lord, this is the letter my elder brother sent to my subordinates just now."

Xiao Yan accepted the letter expressionlessly, and only glanced at it.

"I know who poisoned it."

(End of this chapter)