Douluo: Disaster Poison Body, revenge Qian Renxue at the beginning

Chapter 14 Qian Renxue’s grievance!

night.

The soul power condensed from the poison roamed among Xue Qinghe's limbs and bones, and the extremely strong and terrifying poison gradually appeared in real form around Xue Qinghe.

Although the Enan Poison Body can actually use poison to improve his cultivation, poison is poison after all, and pain is unavoidable.

Until late at night, these toxins finally gathered into an ultimate state, rushing through the body.

Each new extreme toxin triggers a violent body rejection reaction.

What's more, Xue Qinghe now combines all the toxins together.

The violent poison is like a wild dragon flying around, and when it travels between the veins, it repeatedly attempts to completely destroy the body.

If one day Xue Qinghe can no longer control the toxins in his body, then these toxins may completely backfire on him along with the disaster poison body, and even cause death.

A tragic death?

Who would know that Xue Qinghe is not thinking about whether he will die in the future.

"Creak..."

Qian Renxue suddenly opened the door and walked tiptoe into the hall, holding a bowl of hot soup in her hand.

The strange fluctuations in the palace really frightened her, but when she thought of the place where Xueqing River was, she could only suppress the fear in her heart and walk over.

"Qinghe..."

The figure sitting in the main hall had veins popping out all over his body, with a look of pain on his face, as if he was enduring the pain of hell.

Xue Qinghe's pursed lips were still holding back the unspeakable pain. At least for him, these pains were far less intense than the hatred in his heart.

"Qinghe. Stop practicing."

Qian Renxue stepped forward, put the soup on the table, and half-knelt in front of Xue Qinghe. She couldn't bear it: "I brought you a midnight snack. You eat first and have a rest."

Being disturbed from his practice, Xue Qinghe withdrew from his practice and looked at Qian Renxue in front of him with a cold look on his face: "Get out of here."

Not only because of interruption in cultivation, but also because of rejection.

He possesses the poisonous body of calamity, and has a certain repulsion towards holy things like angel spirits.

Qian Renxue staying by his side while he is practicing will only affect his cultivation progress.

Seeing that Xue Qinghe was not going to listen to the advice, Qian Renxue's lips trembled slightly: "If you continue like this, you will only harm yourself, Qinghe."

"Such evil skills, if practiced, will only harm your body, even, even"

"Will you die?" Xue Qinghe responded with a sneer, not caring about such a thing at all.

"That's enough, Qian Renxue, shut up."

He has a poisonous body and swallowing poison is a natural choice. Only by swallowing more poison can his strength continue to increase.

If you don't swallow it, how can you destroy Wuhun Palace with your own hands.

How could we kill Bibi Dong and tear down all the disguises of that woman in one go!
Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but he was still extremely indifferent to Qian Renxue.

What else could Qian Renxue's purpose be for saying such words? It was to pray that he might not kill Wuhundian then.

How is that possible? If this revenge is not avenged, Xue Qinghe will have trouble sleeping day and night.

This woman must have thought up some trick to confuse him.

When Qian Renxue saw that Xue Qinghe was determined to have his own way, she shook her head and could only start from other aspects.

She handed over the soup on the table and said softly: "Eat some soup. This is the soup I cooked. It took two hours to cook it carefully." There was a little fat floating on the soup, and the soup There was an extremely delicious smell coming from inside.

If an ordinary chef wants to make something like this, he first lacks materials, and secondly, he inevitably wastes time.

Qian Renxue placed some hopes in this soup. Twenty years ago, Xue Qinghe was the same way. He was busy working in the palace and could drink a bowl of soup made by Xue'er at night.

He would also say something like, I have you in this life, life and death will last forever.

Even now that he has become coldhearted, Qian Renxue still hopes that there will be a moment when Xue Qinghe can say these words to him again.

Even if it's fake.

Xue Qinghe looked at Qian Renxue's appearance, and couldn't help but flash in his mind that Xue'er had served him so caringly, and was so gentle that people were willing to fall deeply into it.

But how can the current Qian Renxue overlap with the image of Xueer back then.

That is a poisonous woman who can put medicine in her own cup. This time, who knows if she will do anything in the soup.

Whenever he thought that such words were spoken word by word from Bibi Dong's mouth, Xue Qinghe's heart was always filled with infinite resentment.

He looked at Qian Renxue solemnly and said one word calmly: "Get out."

Qian Renxue's hopeful gaze froze in place.

Xue Qinghe just sat there with his body straightened and looked at Qian Renxue handing over the soup with an unkind expression.

He looked as if he was afraid that there was something unclean hidden in the soup.

Qian Renxue was a little heartbroken, and asked in her bitter throat: "Do you think I will harm you in this soup?"

"Yes." Xue Qinghe answered without hesitation.

If someone had told him before that his beloved Xueer would poison the tea, he would never have believed it.

But now, he couldn't help but not believe it. The bloody facts were here, and the lessons were always painful.

"Can't you just try to trust me and take another sip?" Qian Renxue said with a choke in her throat, half-crying.

That charming appearance can be said to be a disaster for the country and the people. Maybe the king of a country will be soft-hearted if he lets it go.

The vivid memories of the past made Xue Qinghe's heart keep freezing. Qian Renxue looked like an actor putting on airs.

He looked at Qian Renxue's crying indifferently, and just showed his attitude nakedly: "Qian Renxue, you don't have to act for me."

"I, Xue Qinghe, will never fall for the same trick a second time."

The soup Qian Renxue was holding had not yet reached Xue Qinghe, when the oncoming slap completely knocked the bowl of hot soup away.

The soup bowl made of ceramics was smashed to the ground, making a crisp sound of breaking, as well as the sound of hot soup gurgling.

On the ground, bubbles continued to bubble.

Xue Qinghe's actions made Qian Renxue unable to react for a moment, and her skin was even slightly burned by the soup, although her body had no feeling for this kind of temperature.

But this pain is not caused by temperature at all, but by the heart.

She looked blankly at Xue Qinghe who closed his eyes and sat there practicing after doing this.

She never thought of murdering Xue Qinghe, let alone drugging him.

She just wanted to cook a bowl of hot soup for Xue Qinghe. What did she do wrong?
Qian Renxue herself didn’t know.

The Xue Qinghe in front of her was like a stranger, no, completely an enemy. His hateful attitude made Qian Renxue feel only aggrieved.

(End of this chapter)