Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

With the help of the night, he saw Xiao Mohan put his hands behind his back, raised his fingers and shook it twice, pressed Wenshui's thin lips tightly, pretended not to notice, turned around, fell to the side, and held the root grass in his mouth.

"Really don't want to die?" Wenshui whispered.

Mr. Hei got up in pain, but his arm could no longer move.

"Yes." Mr. Hei responded with a dark face and a low voice in front of them. It was obviously a shame, but he had no choice.

Wenshui stepped forward, lifted him up, and said, "In three minutes, I will outline the basic map of the Hei family. Maybe I can consider it."

"You want the basic map of the Hei family?" Mr. Hei was surprised and obviously unwilling.

He grew up in the Black family. He has been a puppet for these years and has not been able to get to the core. You must know that the power of the Black family is very powerful. If he can be included and inherited, then...

"I paint." Mr. Hei whispered as he was carried in by Wen Shui.

He was drawing with a pen and paper. When he was somewhere, he hesitated and finally avoided it. Wenshui leaned on one side. Although he closed his eyes to rest, he still noticed.

"Dare you try to be clever on Han's territory?" Wenshui thought to himself, but remained silent.

Xiao Mohan had already expected that Mr. Hei's selfishness and ambition had to be guarded against, and he did not want to rely on him. However, they naturally did not know as much about the Hei family as Mr. Hei.

"Hiss." Wenshui grunted, and his buttocks touched the side, feeling a slight pain.

This kind of pain reminded him of Feng Tianjing. He held the cigarette hard with his fingertips, and the whole cigarette was cut off by him and fell to the ground.

"Okay." Mr. Hei turned around and handed the picture to Wenshui.

And his dark eyes fell to one side, where he deliberately ignored. Even if the Hei family was destroyed, it would never fall into Xiao Mohan's hands.

"Come here." Wenshui looked at the picture, her peach blossom eyes calmly narrowed, looking at him coldly, stretched out her hand to grab Mr. Hei, turned around, and kicked open the door of the guest room.

"Ouch, ouch," the little fox's subtle voice came, and he raised his eyes to look at Wenshui.

Mr. Black looked at the little fox, his back felt cold, and he wanted to strangle it to death to fill his own shadow.

"Guard it." Wenshui said in a deep voice, reaching out to hold Mr. Hei's arm, giving him a cold look and saying, "The poison spreads very quickly, within half an hour..."

Wenshui said, deliberately approaching him and saying, "Your chest and heart will be paralyzed and infected, and eventually turn black."

"The internal organs turn black, and all the toxins accumulate in the heart, causing blockage, and all the blood flows down your throat, to your mouth, and then spurts out of your nostrils."

"At that time, if I try to block it, I'm afraid I won't be able to. Blood will spurt out from your nostrils, causing you to suffocate and die slowly and painfully."

Wenshui said, seeing Mr. Hei trembling twice, he quickly calmed down.

"This young master has used up all the medicine." Wenshui said. He turned to look at the little fox, stretched out his hand to stroke it, and said, "The blood and liquid it will discharge later are the antidote."

"..." Mr. Hei had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat and almost spit it out.

He looked at Wenshui and said in a deep voice, "Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I am free? Besides, I need to play with you? If you don't believe it, you can leave and don't waste my antidote." Wenshui said.

He stood up, took a towel, threw it to Mr. Hei, and said, "Take good care of it. If it dies, you will not be saved."

In the bedroom, the light is dim.

Xiao Mohan pushed the door open and saw Gu Chuyan lying on the sofa with her hand on her forehead.