Chapter 801 Rounding up to five thousand strokes
No matter how she struggled, Gu Zhiqi pinched her chin and fed all the medicine in the paper bag into her mouth.
"Cough cough cough..."
Mo Qingxue coughed unceasingly, suddenly, she raised her right hand, and white powder flew towards Gu Zhiqi in her hand.
Gu Zhiqi raised his hand, and with his fingers curled up, he waved at the white powder, and the white powder changed direction and flew towards Mo Qingxue.
"Ah!" Mo Qingxue screamed, and soon the entire face covered by the white powder began to turn red, and finally turned into large and small spots, and the skin on the neck that was touched by the white powder also began to appear spots. Faint tendency to purulent hemorrhage.
Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi let go of Mo Qingxue's chin, and took two steps back with a look of disgust.
"My face, my face." Mo Qingxue screamed and fumbled in her pocket, looking for the antidote.
It's just that the antidote was not found, so Gu Zhiqi grabbed the wrist.
"Let go, let me go!" Mo Qingxue wanted to struggle, but the effect of the poison had already begun to show, her strength was blocked, and her strength was gradually dissipating.
Mo Qingxue's eyes crawled with panic.
"What antidote are you looking for, you're going to die anyway." Gu Zhiqi said, the strength in his hand gradually increased.
"Ah, it hurts, let me go! Let go...ah!"
There was only a click sound, and the bones on Mo Qingxue's wrist were crushed, and the entire dark prison was filled with Mo Qingxue's screams.
When the people on the side heard this, they all felt their scalps go numb.
Meng Qiyun even silently hid her wrist behind her back. Her hands are so thin that the bones in her hands might shatter if she pinches them.
At the same time, she secretly decided not to mess with this sister Gu in the future.
It's not soft at all, it's scary.
Gu Zhiqi pinched a finger of her other hand and said leisurely, "The finger looks thinner than the wrist, so it should be easier to break."
Mo Qingxue trembled when she heard this, "Don't, don't pinch anymore, please, don't... ah!."
"click"
Finger bones were broken.
Looking at Mo Qingxue, whose face was sweating from pain, Gu Zhiqi bent his lips and smiled, "Why keep the hands that are used to harm others? Break off the remaining fingers."
"Let's do it this way, let's change the game." Gu Zhiqi turned his wrist, and there was a knife in his palm.
Seeing this, Mo Qingxue shrank back.
"As many people as you have killed, I will stab you a few times."
"There are thousands of disciples in the Medical League, plus people from the Changying Army and my elder brother..." Pausing, lowering his eyes slightly, he began to count the number of students in the Medical League, "There are about 4,000 people in the Medical League. A thousand knives."
Mo Qingxue:!
"Don't! I was wrong, I was really wrong, I won't hurt anyone anymore, antidote, I'll give them the antidote, I'll give them the antidote, please forgive me." Mo Qingxue begged He looked at Gu Zhiqi intently.
Putting her five thousand times might as well just kill her!
Gu Zhiqi heard this, raised his eyebrows, "The antidote? Give it to me."
It is unrealistic for so many people to get acupuncture to detoxify one by one. If Mo Qingxue had the antidote in his hand, it would be easier.
"If you want an antidote, you can, you have to promise me first..."
The following words came to an abrupt end, only to see that Gu Zhiqi had already moved the knife to Mo Qingxue's shoulder, and said in a discussing tone, "Or, let's start here."
When Mo Qingxue heard this, her scalp went numb, "It's in my pocket! It's in my pocket."
Gu Zhiqi heard this, let go of the fingers she was pinching in her hand, put it into Mo Qingxue's pocket, and took out three small medicine bottles from it.
(end of this chapter)