A gentle voice came from behind.
Yan Ya turned around.
Tang Yuze walked up to him with two glasses of wine and a smile on his face.
She was wearing a bright red wedding dress today, with a hint of cinnabar between her eyebrows. She was as beautiful as someone walking out of a painting.
They grew up together and got engaged two years ago. This has always been the softest part of Yan Ya's heart.
"Have a drink with me?"
Tang Yuze handed over one of the glasses, "After the last single glass of wine, we'll be husband and wife."
Yan Ya took the wine glass and looked at the clear liquid in the glass.
Today is the most important day in his life. He wants to marry a woman he truly likes, and then take her to the pinnacle of martial arts.
"Okay."
He drank it all in one gulp.
The moment the wine entered his throat, a strange coldness exploded from his dantian!
It was as if someone had stuffed a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice into his body. The chill spread crazily, drilling into his limbs and bones along his meridians.
Yan Ya was shaken all over, the wine glass smashed to the ground with a "pop", and blood gushes out from her seven orifices!
"This wine... Is poisonous!"
He tried his best to circulate his spiritual energy, but found that the spiritual energy in his Dantian seemed to be frozen and could not be mobilized at all.
This is San Gong San!
