“Jiang Ping! Such a vicious method! You're no Immortal Healer!”
“Ever heard that medicine and poison go hand in hand? You were trying to kill me. Was I supposed to heal you up, too?”
The onlookers stared at the body slowly dissolving on the ground and swallowed hard.
Was this really the Immortal Healer? Could this possibly be the work of an Immortal Healer?
Jiang Ping swept his gaze over the crowd. “Don't get the wrong idea, everyone. My cultivation is rather weak, so it's only reasonable that I keep a few tricks up my sleeve to protect myself, right?”
Could you put away the poison in your hand before saying that? Stop splashing it on me!
Jiang Ping quietly put away his poison, then looked at the clothes left on the ground and sighed. “Alas, this is all because your cultivation was too high and you still wanted to kill me. Well, now I can only build you a grave with your clothes.”
What should the inscription say?
“This man was arrogant, showed Jiang no respect, and even tried to kill him. Jiang had no choice but to use a few tricks to save his own life. Signed, Jiang Ping.”
[I swear on my sexy beard that this book will never break your heart, so read with confidence, dear readers (^ ^)] [If there's no update one day, it's because I stayed out fishing too late.]
