Speaking of this, her eyes had turned red because of the catalysis of hatred, and she said: Therefore, all the people related to Zhuo Bufan will die a hundred times more ugly......

Kuaidao looked at her, smiled bitterly, and said lightly: Anyway, now that I have been poisoned by your "Breeze Miasma", your goal can be considered to have been achieved, and now, you can do it.

The corners of Qingyan's mouth suddenly completed a bloody arc, and she slowly raised her right hand, and her originally smooth and round hand suddenly turned cyan.

The nails on the five fingers suddenly turned into blades like five daggers, flickering with a cold edge in the dim light of the oil lamp.

And these sharp edges are even a little dazzling in the eyes of the fast knife Xiangfang.

He had closed his eyes, ready to die.

However, at this time, Lan Yutang, who had been silent, suddenly smiled.

He bent over, even stood up, and then, walked straight to Qingyan, looked at her, and said slowly: I think, you can't kill him for the time being.

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't understood what was going on, and was a little surprised, and said to Ai Ai: You ...... You......

Lan Yutang was still smiling, with a lazy look on his face, and said lightly: You must feel very strange, don't you?

Although Qingyan didn't speak, the look of fear and surprise in his eyes had already told him that it was true.

Lan Yutang was looking at his immortal jade flute, but his face suddenly fell silent, and he said in a deep voice: "But, you probably forgot that I am called an immortal phoenix, since I am an immortal phoenix, how can I be easily poisoned to death?"

At this point, a hint of cunning and mystery suddenly appeared on his face, but this expression disappeared in an instant, and he continued:

Actually, I'm not really an immortal phoenix, and I'm not really invulnerable, but because of ......

Speaking of this, he suddenly changed the topic, looked at Qingyan, smiled slightly, and continued: I think, you must have heard of the two poisonous monsters.

Qingyan nodded.

Lan Yutang continued: If you really want to find the most powerful poison in this world, then it must not be your "ethereal breeze", but the "three days of floating life" of the two poisonous monsters.

Since I can still walk out of the tomb of the living dead alive after being hit by their "Three Days of Floating Life", then, of course, your "ethereal breeze" is not a problem for me, don't you say?

Speaking of this, he swirled the immortal jade flute in his hand, paused, and continued: Since I am fine now, the matter of killing the fast sword to the side must be stopped for a while.

Qingyan looked at the fast knife to Fang, and then at Lan Yutang, with a look of indignation, and said in a deep voice: But, don't you want him to die the same?

Lan Yutang's hand slowly slid across the seven jade holes of the jade flute, across his elbows, staring at Qingyan, and said slowly: When I want to die alone, I want to kill him with my own hands.

What I hate the most are those who secretly use poison in secret, besides, I have a friend who is waiting for his light bamboo grass to help, so at this time, he must not die.

The pointed hands of the green smoke emitted a faint green light in the dim light, like bloody poppies blooming quietly under the cold moon.

And the fang-like sharp fingernails of those bats were still growing faintly, growing, and then, Qingyan smiled miserably at Lan Yutang, and said coldly:

Oh, yes? Do you think you can stop me from killing him without poisoning? If you really think so, then you're wrong, very wrong.

Because even if I don't kill him, my friends will kill him, and when those friends of mine kill him, they will definitely let him die even worse, and they won't even leave a bit of scum.

It's not just him who is quick to slash in the direction, everyone here is the same, and their tragic fate makes you want to cry a little, what?

Lan Yutang frowned, looking puzzled, and said, "Your friend?

Qingyan didn't speak.

She suddenly put away the bat's fang-like nails, slowly pulled out a bamboo flute about three inches long from her sleeve, put it to her mouth, and blew it faintly.

There is an indescribable sadness in the sound of the flute, and there is even a strong fishy smell in it, like ink droplets dripping in a clear water cup slowly spreading.

Just when Lan Yutang felt strange for this resentful and strange flute sound, the sycamore and red willow who were slumped aside suddenly cried out and said, "Snake, there is a snake......

Hearing the shouting, Lan Yutang came back to his senses, looked around, and was taken aback.

Sure enough, at this time, countless snakes were slowly pouring out on the roof, on the window edge, in the hole in the wall, on the table, on the beam, and under the table.

Densely packed, they all spit red letters, held their heads high, and slowly crawled out with the sound of the flute with the strong fishy smell of green smoke, one by one, one by one, one by one......

It didn't take long for the entire Lonely Smoke Inn to become a snake world.

At the beginning, the red, dangling, green, and flowery snakes still seemed to have some scruples, hesitated, and only coiled and wandered in place.

However, the sound of Qingyan's flute suddenly changed, and as if they had been stimulated, they suddenly rushed towards the few people lying on the ground.

They climbed closer and faster, and some even climbed on top of them, spitting red letters at them and sneering.

They were like soldiers in full gear, waiting for Qingyan's order to suck the blood of these people dry, eat their flesh dry, and not even the bones remained.

Qingyan's flute suddenly stopped, sneered at Lan Yutang, and said: "Look, these are my friends, they don't know how many days they have been hungry, and they are preparing a full meal.

Although Lan Yutang kicked several of the fastest climbing snakes off the bodies of the red willow and the sycamore, trampled them to death, and tore them into several sections, however, more snakes crawled over.

They have even gotten into their sleeves, trousers, boots, soft, soft, greasy, slippery, with a vomiting stench......

The quick knife was okay and could still hold it upright, but the red willow and the sycamore had already fainted with fright from these slippery little things.

Qingyan put the bamboo flute in his hand to his mouth and blew it faintly.

However, the rhythm has changed, becoming rapid, oppressive, and dull, full of resentment and curse, with a suffocating rhythm.

As if driven by the sound of these flutes, the serpents immediately attacked the three men who were lying on the ground and could not move, and wrapped them around their necks, wrists, and ankles, as if they were being strangled by countless ropes, and wanted to strangle them to death, and then feast on them.