They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 308 Cutting Blood

The henchmen were slightly distracted when they saw their boss was injured.

But in that moment of distraction, they lost their own lives.

Chu Qiu was slashed several more times, but fortunately the wounds were all shallow.

But the blood that flowed out gradually turned dark red, which was a bit strange.

Logically speaking, blood should be bright red. It seems they used some despicable means to poison the knife.

Chu Qiu gradually felt dizzy, and it was also very difficult to lift his sword.

Three henchmen jumped up and slashed at him, but he was holding a sword in both hands.

Holding the sword hilt in one hand and supporting the blade with the other, Wu Ziyan hid behind him.

She also noticed that Chu Qiu's condition seemed a bit off.

Poisoning is something they often like to do.

Regardless of his fear, he closed his eyes and plunged the knife into the chest of one of the men in black in front of him.

Even with all her might, she could only manage to pierce the tip of the knife into her chest!

Is this what someone with absolutely no martial arts skills looks like?

The sensation of the needle piercing the skin was hard to describe; there was some resistance, and because I was wearing clothes, it felt like it couldn't penetrate very deeply!

Seeing her audacity, a man in black turned his gun around, preparing to strike him.

Chu Qiu pushed them away with all her might.

"Miss, quickly hide in the car. There are several of them, but I can handle them."

"You can't handle this; they've poisoned the knives!"

She was holding a knife in one hand and waving it around wildly.

Chu Qiu's legs were a little weak, but she still gave it her all.

With a leap and a spin, all three died by his sword.

On the other side, Yan was also stabbed in the abdomen by a turn of her body.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The henchman saw that his boss was almost dead, so what was the point of fighting anymore?

Their primary objective was to save their own lives, so they abandoned their weapons and ran away.

Looks like he's not Deadpool, just someone who's paid to do things!

Although they left, their team was also badly injured, some seriously injured!

In any case, those fighting on the front lines often suffered injuries, and they all gradually felt their limbs weaken and their bodies were unwell.

Flame wasn't quite dead yet; he was lying on the ground, spitting out blood bubbles, as if he were saying something.

Wu Ziyan mustered his courage and leaned closer to listen. Yan said.

"These knives are coated with deadly poison. Even if we can't get back alive, you'll all die without the antidote!"

Well, what a perfect plan to perish together! But they had no idea that Wu Ziyan was a walking medicine bag.

However, she must never let anyone know that her blood can detoxify, otherwise she will have another reason to die.

But looking at Chu Qiu in front of him, he seemed to be on the verge of death.

He was slashed twice on the foot and three times on the hand. The wounds didn't seem deep, but the poison spread very quickly!

"Quickly, someone with all their limbs intact, help me lift Chu Qiu into the car."

Others sustained minor injuries, but some were completely unharmed.

Strangely enough, Changsun Boyou and Fang Yuerong, without even getting a scratch, rushed over to help her as soon as they heard her call.

"Are you two alright? Even a scrape is unacceptable!"

"Master, we're both fine. Let's go check on Chu Qiu."

I was looking at these few people. Anyway, I'd have to tell them my secret sooner or later, so I let two or three of them get on the bus together.

With five people on the bus, it wasn't too crowded.

Chu Qiu was laid flat on his back, placed to one side. The poison was taking effect too quickly; Chu Qiu's breathing had become rapid.

"Knife."

Yue'er really has everything; she pulled out a small dagger from her waist.

The two people looked at him with surprise.

"Oh, this is a gift from you, young master, for self-defense."

Wu Ziyan didn't care what they were talking about and squeezed hard in his palm.

Her face was contorted in pain. Why is it always her who gets hurt?

The blood slowly flowed from her palm, and Chu Qiu's consciousness was already fading.

He couldn't hear you when you told him to open his mouth, so Changsun Boyu grabbed his cheek with one hand.

Wu Ziyan's blood slid down his lips and into his mouth.

Blood was flowing, and tears were flowing down Wu Ziyan's face.

Damn it, shallow cuts hurt the most, and I can't ride a horse for the next couple of days!

Fang Yuerong took a handkerchief and wiped away her tears, thinking to herself how worried she must be about Chu Qiu.

She was even crying while feeding him blood. Wait, why was she feeding him blood?

After feeding him about two mouthfuls, Wu Ziyan felt that was enough.

But she couldn't just worry about Chu Qiu's survival, so she uttered another word: "Pot!"

There was no moonlight this time, but luckily the place to put the pot was very close, and the pot wasn't very big.

Bring the basin over. Wu Ziyan heard his own blood dripping into the basin, the sound of dripping, and he sighed deeply.

"Mix this with water, and then give it to those who have been cut by the water. Remember, everyone must drink it, because they have poisoned their knives!"

I carefully carried the basin of water outside and called everyone to come and drink it. There was no bloody smell in the water, only a medicinal smell.

After Fang Yuerong bandaged Wu Ziyan's hand.

"Why feed them blood? Is blood the antidote? Why don't you cut yourself instead of someone else?"

"Since it's the two of you who know, then it doesn't matter. My blood is extremely precious and can cure any poison."

"Although it sounds absurd, I've verified it at least a few times."

The two looked at each other, seemingly not too surprised.

If it happened to someone else, they might find it unbelievable, but when it happened to her, it seemed perfectly reasonable.

"Then please don't tell anyone else about this, sir. It would cause a lot of infighting. You're a walking medicine man, the kind who can cure all poisons."

Aren't you afraid?

"What are we afraid of? On the contrary, we feel lucky. We will never be afraid of poisoning again."

"Please, please don't let me get poisoned so easily! I'm afraid I'll bleed to death!"

This was a heartfelt plea; how many red blood cells did she have enough for them to do this to?

"Alright, Miss, please take care of Chu Qiu first. Yue Rong and I will go out and take stock of the things outside. We estimate that quite a few people are injured, and we will need to help bandage them as well."

Fang Yuerong nodded, showing great understanding, and followed Changsun Boyu out of the carriage.

In truth, they were also deeply shocked, but on the surface they pretended to be nonchalant, and in their hearts they even felt some regret.

Why were they unharmed just now? They must have received her care.