Wen Jingan didn' t care about anything else, he immediately carried her back to bed and used his cultivation technique to detoxify her. Seeing that her complexion had improved after spitting out the poison blood, she walked to the square table just now. Nan Zhu finally meant that someone had poisoned the chicken soup. The noble Qing Yun never allowed his disciples to carry poison, let alone poison. This kind of sinister figure's measurement was something they didn' t feel ashamed of. He didn' t believe it until Wen Jingan had finished examining the chicken soup left in the bowl. However, the poison reaction under the silver needles once again broke his imagination.
How could this be? There was no way Qingyun Mountain would be poisonous unless...... Wen Jingan couldn' t help but look at th
