Shock
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
At this moment, Zhao Yang broke away from his rope and stood up. He untied the ropes on the mercenaries with his dagger and stuffed something into their mouths at the same time.
Feng Ye looked at the devilry cultivator with a smile and replied like an obedient child: "Yes! I drugged you."
Upon hearing this, the devilry cultivator's face sank. As he tried to force the drug out, he asked: "How did you give me the drug? I didn't notice at all." When he tried to force the drug out, he discovered that the spirit energy in his body disappeared when he tried to use it. All he felt was that his muscles and bones were sore, and he didn't even have the energy to raise his hand.
"Of course I can't let you know when I drug you! Otherwise, how can I call it drugged?" Feng Ye looked at him like he was an idiot, and the tone of his voice was so natural. The devilry cultivator was so angered that a mouthful of blood gushed up from his heart and he almost spurted it out.