Missed (3)

Song Jingchen's eyes turned cold. Without looking at her, he waved his hand and said coldly, "Capture all of them and bring them away."

"Be careful when you capture them. Don't touch them directly. They're covered with a powder that makes them itchy," Shen Yijia hurriedly reminded them.

Seeing that Song Jingchen was looking at her again, she subconsciously picked up the thing in her hand and covered her face. She lowered her voice and muttered, "Don't look for me when the time comes. I really don't have the antidote."

When the group of soldiers heard her words and saw that this group of women was still scratching, they did not dare to capture them.

Just as they were feeling conflicted, Mo Yuan threw a hemp rope at them.

Now they could tie them up.

Song Jingchen didn't care how they captured those women. He stared at the thing in Shen Yijia's hand.