"Your mango doesn't taste good. It's a little overripe."
Zhang Xing wiped his mouth.
Meng Jiao looked at him coldly.
Zhang Xing continued.
"Pistachios and pine nuts are not natural crops."
"The tea is a little bitter. It's not as good as wine."
"The only thing worth praising is that the Spirit Qi is very abundant."
"But that has nothing to do with you."
Meng Jiao's face darkened.
Zhang Xing was not giving him any face at all.
When visiting someone else's house, no matter how good the reception was, he should at least give some compliments.
This was a matter of etiquette.
If Zhang Xing knew what he was thinking, he would give him two tight slaps.
'Visit?
'Visit my ass!'
'We're in a battle.'
'You put poison in my tea and snacks, and you're still talking about etiquette.'
'Etiquette!
'Etiquette my ass!'
"Zhang Xing, you're quite sarcastic. But what's the use of your tongue?"
"I think the poison is starting to take effect. You must be feeling very uncomfortable now!"
Meng Jiao mocked.
"Uncomfortable?
You're thinking too much. I don't feel anything. "
"I'm even suspecting that you didn't put poison in it. Are you kidding me?"
Zhang Xing's face darkened.
"Hahaha …"
"Zhang Xing, you're already poisoned and you don't even know it!"
"Look at your face. It's so black that it's turning purple."
"Look at your arm again. There must be three colorful thin lines."
Meng Jiao laughed wildly.
Zhang Xing smiled.
He rolled up his sleeve.
"Eh?
There are really thin lines. "
Zhang Xing stretched out his arm and looked carefully.
"Haha!
How could I, Meng Jiao, lie to you? This is just the beginning. "
"Next, your Combat Aura will collapse and your body will start to feel numb."
"Your face will turn from black to colorful."
“.....”
"In the end, you'll be at my mercy!"
"Oh, right. I won't poison you. I know the dosage."
"You only need to kneel down, kowtow, beg for mercy, and admit defeat, and I will detoxify you."
Meng Jiao stood up with his hands behind his back and spoke condescendingly.
"Oh?
Is that so?
Is it really as powerful as you say? "
Zhang Xing said indifferently.
"Hmph!
If it weren't for the orders of the ancestors, you would have turned into a pool of blood by now! "
"I think you understand what I mean?"
Meng Jiao said proudly.
"Oh!
I understand. You're saying that the dosage of the poison is too low. "
"I also think it's too little. Why don't you add some more?"
After saying that, Zhang Xing opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black smoke.
Then …
Then, Meng Jiao's eyes widened as he pointed at Zhang Xing in shock.
"No!
This is impossible! "
"Haha!
Is the black Qi on my face gone and I'm back to normal? "
"Look at the three thin lines on my hand. Are they gone too?"
Upon hearing Zhang Xing's words, Meng Jiao looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"You … How did you detoxify me?"
"I found this poison recipe in the ruins of this small world. Only I have the antidote. There's no way you can detoxify me so quickly!"
Meng Jiao's face was filled with shock, confusion, and confusion.
"Don't tell me you have the Ten Thousand Year Poison Body?"
"Yes!
That must be it. Otherwise, it doesn't make sense! "
Zhang Xing picked up another piece of mango and put it in his mouth.
After eating, he even took out a white handkerchief to wipe his mouth.
"I don't have the Poison Body. Hmm … I can only say that you haven't cultivated your Poison Art to perfection. You've lost."
"No!
I haven't lost! "
"If you dare to eat this poison pill, I'll consider it your win!"
Meng Jiao said viciously.