Soon Mo Zixuan found a wisp of withered grass in his bag.

Holding the Seven Immortal Grass in his hand, he walked to Mo Zixuan's side and put it in the other party's hand.

"Take it and grind and mix it into, you can give Jiang Zebei the medicine, there will be no other harm, it will be integrated with the medicinal materials you configure, it will not be restrained, and it will even benefit Jiang Zebei's disease control, and the most important thing is that it will not be half toxic."

Mo Zixuan held the inconspicuous Seven Immortal Grass in his hand, which was for poison.

He asked, "What are its side effects?" ”

Even if there is no toxicity, there must be other side effects.

Mo Ziye pursed his lips and said two words.

"Drowsiness."

"That's good." Mo Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

He took the medicinal herbs in his hand, turned around and walked out of the door, and said without looking back: "Thank you!" ”

……

General's Palace, dungeon.

From Jiang Zebei to tell Xuanxu to do things, it took less than half an hour, and the person he wanted was directly sent to the dungeon.

Jiang Zebei stepped into the dark and damp dungeon with elegant steps.

Behind him was Xuanwu, followed by several light-footed Dark Guards.

Along the way, the doors of the dungeon were wide open.

He soon saw the six people he was going to see today, and he was about to get cold soon.

No more, no less, six.

They were all tied up with flowers, and their mouths were stuffed with things, and they couldn't even make a sound.

Looking at Jiang Zebei who walked in and the few people behind him, the six of them widened their eyes, and their eyes showed panic and uneasiness.

At this time, they don't know what they are about to face.

Jiang Zebei's footsteps stopped, he exuded a soft aura all over his body, looking gentle and harmless, full of grace and luxury, which was incompatible with this gloomy dungeon.

Only Xuanwu and the others behind him knew that the young master's harmlessness at this time was the calm before the outbreak.

Xuanwu saw that the young master had stopped, and he brought the pear blossom chair prepared in advance, as well as a small table.

Other secret guards brought the pastries of the Drunken Immortal Building, as well as the best Longjing tea, the water for making tea is morning dew, and the amount collected every day is limited, and in this general's mansion, only the lady and the young master can enjoy it.

Jiang Zebei sat down, he looked at the six people tied up in the corner of the prison, the cold light in his eyes was raging, but the corners of his lips evoked a soft and charming smile.

Xuanwu on the side personally poured a cup of tea, and the faint fragrance of tea spread in the gloomy prison full of musty smell.

He personally poured the tea and sent it to the young master, who took it and held it in his hand.

After doing all this, Xuanwu didn't wait for Jiang Zebei's orders, he stepped forward and faced the six people in the corner.

A rough and cold voice sounded, "Two years ago, do you remember West Street?" ”

The frightened eyes of the six people showed confusion one after another.

It can be seen that they really don't remember, and the corners of Xuanwu's lips hooked up a cold smile.

He beckoned to his men behind him, and the two Dark Guards quickly walked towards the six.

They tied two of them to a rack in a prison that was not small, but there were only two racks.

After kidnapping people, the secret guard quickly retreated, and then stood behind Jiang Zebei, Jiang Zebei didn't give a look at all these behaviors.

At this time, he lowered his eyes to look at the teacup in his hand, carefully examining the tea leaves floating in the cup.

What to do today, Xuanwu knows very well, and he also knows that the six people in front of him will not survive tomorrow.

He walked to the table on the side of the cell and found the torture instrument in his hand, the whip.

He's the best at it.