Qing Qingyuan stared at him and watched Liu Zhengyang recover in horror, unable to accept the reality at all.

"How is it possible? How can such a ridiculous thing happen?" The young man shouted unwillingly: "That is the poison that I spent a lot of money and finally hired an alchemist to refine. People who have been poisoned before, obviously no matter how much they are. It's impossible to live for ten seconds if you are strong!"

The young man's roar sounded quite sad.

However, the clearly sad voices always felt funny in the ears of Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei.

"It turned out to be a poison refined by an alchemist? No wonder." Liu Zhengyang said.

"You actually want to poison Liu Zhengyang with this kind of poison, then you are really an axe." Zhong Qinglei laughed.

Both Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei could hardly hold back their laughter, but the young man was still confused.

He didn't even know what Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei were laughing at.

"What's so funny?" the young man asked angrily.

Zhong Qinglei pointed to Liu Zhengyang and introduced as if offering a treasure: "Stand firmly, the Liu Zhengyang in front of you is the most outstanding alchemist in the southeast area, someone who can successfully improve and refine immortal pills, such a person, you think you can use it To poison him?"

Liu Zhengyang pointed at the young man awkwardly and said, "Zhong Qinglei, it seems that he can't stand up anymore."

"It seems so." Zhong Qinglei's old face flushed slightly, and then he waved his hand again: "It's okay, he understands."

At the same time, the heavy injury caused the youth to continue to lose blood, and the bright red blood stained the ground red.

The massive loss of blood has made his vitality weaker and weaker, and he has entered a state of dying.

With red eyes and gritted teeth, he said unwillingly, "I'm not convinced!"

The last breath roared out, and the young man died of anger.

After confirming that the young man was dead, Zhong Qinglei walked over, kicked the corpse, and said, "It's really easy to die, it's cheap for him. But a young man as arrogant and arrogant as him died so unwillingly in the end, he must be in pain, right? Just thinking about it makes me happy.”

"This kind of thing is really nothing to be happy about." Liu Zhengyang sighed.

"What?" Zhong Qinglei was stunned for a moment, then looked at Liu Zhengyang for unknown reasons.

He asked, "Liu Zhengyang, don't you feel sorry for the death of this stinky boy?"

"How is that possible? Where do you want to go?" Liu Zhengyang shook his head dumbfoundedly, and denied it directly: "I just think that I managed to defeat this kid, but I can't get any benefit or information from him, it's really a loss. ."

You know, Liu Zhengyang spent so much effort fishing, but in order to find out who was behind the scenes and solve the problem.

And now he just solved a little scumbag, and didn't really solve the problem at all.

He didn't even know who was trying to kill him.

So what was he paying so much for?

Zhong Qinglei listened and fell silent.

"Actually, I think the people who want your life should be from Yuan Man." Zhong Qinglei suddenly said: "You have many enemies, but there is only one Yuan Man who wants your life in the Central District. We can continue to concentrate our efforts to clean up Yuan Man."

"It sounds reasonable, but what if the real culprit isn't Yuan Man?" Liu Zhengyang asked, "We can't let go of any possibility."