Sacked

The black-robed apothecary could not believe it even until his death.

He had been famous for his entire life and had refined countless poisons. In the end, he actually fell into the hands of an unknown little girl.

He was indignant.

He still did not understand what poison this girl had used on him. How could it be stronger than his poison?

He stared fixedly at Su Xiaoxiao, as if he wanted to memorize this face and bring it into his next life. He wouldn't let it go even if he became a ghost.

Su Xiaoxiao was not afraid at all. She looked at him calmly until he died.

Su Xiaoxiao retracted her dagger and opened his shirt to take a look. "You're even wearing a heart armor."

Fortunately, Lord Wu An's dagger was sharp enough.

Su Xiaoxiao wiped the dagger clean and sheathed it.

Wuhu on the branch covered its eyes with its wings.

The traitor expressed that the scene was too cruel and the baby did not dare to look.