"I'm sorry," Ruan Jiujiu said suddenly. Ning Chao was staring at her, and he was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "What—"

His voice suddenly disappeared, and then he glared at Ruan Jiujiu, his body fell, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

Ruan Jiujiu's fingertips flashed a silver needle, and the secret path was dangerous. If Ning Chao didn't guard her, she wouldn't be able to get it.

Before he could pay attention to the others, Ruan Jiujiu walked quickly to the guard of a poisoned needle.

The poisoning of this guard was not too deep, and he had already tapped acupuncture points to suppress the poison, so he was a little clear-headed, but he couldn't move at all.

Ruan Jiujiu passed the shot, and he didn't have to resist at all. Ruan Jiujiu was not polite, but said: "Don't worry, it will be done soon."

Speaking of how many more stitches she was going down, the guard suddenly "wow" spit out a mouthful of black poisonous blood. Ruan Jiujiu had been prepared for a while, so he dodged his body.

After the guard vomited blood, she moved her fingertips and took a few more stitches. The complexion on the guard's face unexpectedly recovered.

"Don't move, she don't use her strength."

After she gave her instructions, she straightened up and walked in front of Bei Mingxuan. Bei Mingxuan kept looking at her, watching her knocking down Ning Chao, and then administering acupuncture to the guard. At this time, seeing her walking, he coldly said :"stop."

Ruan Jiujiu was taken aback, looking at Bei Mingxuan's expression with coldness, she hurriedly explained: "Look at him, his poison has been suppressed by my needle technique, and you must also suppress the toxin quickly. This poisonous blood acts too fast No matter how slow it is, it won’t be controlled.”

"Really?" Bei Mingxuan's tone was cold, and Ruan Jiujiu was anxious: "You have been watching me give your guard acupuncture, don't you believe me?"

She said that she took a step forward, but she saw Bei Mingxuan suddenly move, and then her eyes went dark.

Ruan Jiujiu wanted to retreat, but it was too late, her neck was suddenly pinched by the violent Bei Mingxuan.

His breath came to his face, Ruan Jiujiu felt the threat of death.

What a trick!

"Are you looking for death? This way the poison will attack faster!"

"Say, who are you on earth?" Bei Mingxuan pinched her, showing no sign of pity.

"Ruan, Ruan Jiujiu." Ruan Jiujiu felt difficult to breathe and wanted to push Bei Mingxuan away, but her strength was obviously not at the same level as others.

Bei Mingxuan snorted coldly, with a cold voice: "This king only has your chance to say a word."

A word? Ruan Jiujiu was startled, her eyes touched Bei Mingxuan's frosty expression, and she immediately understood.

He only gave her a chance to say one sentence. This sentence is for her to explain her identity. If she makes a mistake or makes him dissatisfied, she will die!

Ruan Jiujiu secretly scolded Beiming Xuanzu for eight generations.

She turned her mind and gritted her teeth: "I am a group of nine poisonous thorns."

"Nine groups?" Bei Mingxuan was obviously stunned by this word, because he had never heard of it.

If you haven't heard of it, there are doubts. If there is any doubt, Ruan Jiujiu's neck can't be pinched.

More importantly, Ruan Jiujiu didn't look like a lie, and the name Jiu Group was not the opponent organization he had previously guessed.

At this time, Ruan Jiujiu looked at Bei Mingxuan fearlessly.

Anyway, she did not lie, she was indeed called "stinger" in nine groups.

She stared at Bei Mingxuan fearlessly, and gradually her eyes changed.

Looking at this man up close, he was really... very good-looking.

Mu Ruo Yechen, the lip line is tightly pressed into a line, revealing a cool and seductive, extremely confusing beauty, even in the daytime, it can make people indulge in the dark night in his eyes, and neither body nor mind can escape.

She almost fell into a **** at this critical moment.

Controlling the drooling thoughts, Ruan Jiujiu also coldly snorted, "Can you let me go now?"

Bei Mingxuan didn't let go, his eyes rolled on the ground. Except for the guard who was injected by Ruan Jiujiu just now, all the others had poisoned his body and passed out.

"Rescue them all, one less..." Ruan Jiujiu couldn't help crying as soon as Bei Mingxuan's fingers pressed hard, and then when he let go, Ruan Jiujiu fell back and fell to the ground, his voice followed. Then came, cold and merciless, "You resisted."

Ruan Jiujiu really wants to be rough!

But looking at the man who was obviously poisoned deeply but could still kill her, she still endured it.

There is a knife on the head of Shinobi. Sooner or later, sister will take that knife down and kill you!

She clapped her hands and stood up, looked at Bei Mingxuan who was sitting back in the chair, and suggested: "Your poison is also bleeding, do you want to give you an injection first?"

"This king is the last one!" Bei Ming didn't even think about it.

Ruan Jiujiu twitched his mouth, cursing secretly: It's better to poison you.

"If this king dies, you will die even worse."

As soon as Ruan Jiujiu turned around, she heard a male yin test add a sentence, she went stiff, gritted her teeth secretly and ignored it.

Squatting in front of a very poisoned guard, Ruan Jiujiu frowned as he looked at his almost black and purple face.

The silver needle she took out of Linglong's ring just now fell out, and she thought to herself again, and the new silver needle reached her fingertips again. She stared at the needle tip, her eyes darkened.

She didn't have to avoid people at all when she took out the silver needle from Linglong, because the silver needle was so small that most people would not be able to see it clearly and would not notice it, but now she wanted to use other things.

She muttered to herself, but what she wanted didn't come.

Looking at the ancient ring on her finger, she a little bit wanted to curse.

But before she scolded, she heard: "You better hurry up, this king doesn't have that much patience."

The corners of his mouth twitched, Ruan Jiujiu snorted speciously, and decided to forget it first.

Holding the silver needle, she moved the needle like electricity, and quickly dropped the needle. In the blink of an eye, the bruise on the face of the fainted guard faded a little. After a few more stitches, he also spit out a mouthful of blood like the previous guard.

Bei Mingxuan had been staring at Ruan Jiujiu, she was leaning on her back, he only saw her fingers move as fast as lightning, which was different than any doctor he had seen before.

She is fast, so fast that he can't see clearly, and more importantly, her stitches are weird!

He has never seen it, let alone heard it.

What kind of stitch is she?

Nine groups of stinger? Does it mean her stitches? What kind of organization is the nine groups?

A series of questions passed through Bei Mingxuan's mind, and he looked at Ruan Jiujiu's expression, becoming more and more gloomy.

At this moment, Ruan Jiujiu was completely immersed in the world of saving people by applying needles, forgetting the evil spirit behind her. She moved very quickly, and immediately came to the next one after the needles, without a trace of stagnation.

Seeing the fainted guard gradually regained some anger under her needle, Bei Mingxuan suddenly felt that this thin and weak little girl seemed to look quite interesting.

Bei Mingxuan didn't realize that his gaze had been stuck to the thin and frail figure, unable to move away.