There is actually a Wufeng assassin in this batch of New Years sent in?
Gong Yuanzheng watched every bride in the dungeon drink their own poisonous wine, and his eyes shone with excitement: "Tell me, who of you is the assassin?"
Everyone fell to the ground in pain and held their stomachs. Only one person, even though his whole body was shaking in pain, still told the recipe of the poisonous wine.
West Ziyou: "Are you the once-in-a-hundred-year poison genius? These poisonous wines are not fatal at all. They just give people the illusion that they are going to die of intestinal rupture. Even if they don't take the antidote, they won't die."
Gong Yuanzheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the woman in the cage. He opened the cell with a wicked smile and pinched Xi Ziyou's chin: "Do you understand that? Then you can stay and be my medicine man."
After he left, Xi Ziyou finally relaxed: "I made the right bet. Instead of returning to west's house to marry that 70-year-old man, I would rather follow this young boy and accept him as a drug tester."
Purpose: To achieve an ending for Gong Yuanzheng that should belong to him.