But his subordinates opened their eyes with joy, "Sect Master is finally angry!"

Duanmu Yawang calmly listened to Zhong Qishan's hoarse gasp, bent over and picked up the pipe that was pulled out before, pinching his throat and inserting it directly into his throat.

Looked at several of Zhong Qishan's men.

The smiles on the faces of Zhong Qishan's subordinates suddenly froze.

One by one shrank and stared at Duanmu Yawang in a daze.

"come over."

Duanmu Yawang said coldly, "Don't even pretend to be dead."

Knowing that they couldn’t escape, they pushed one of them out. Duanmu Yawang handed him the tube in his hand, placed one of the pots with potion at his feet and said, “This time it’s not a blow, just inhale and use force. Suck."

"...Inhale, inhale?"

The subordinate didn't know what he thought of, and before he started to move his mouth, he retched a few times, his face was as white as a ghost.

"right."

Zhong Qishan's whispering became more and more hoarse, his throat was very clogged, and his face was so swollen that it was stained with pus and it could be seen to be red, and it looked more uncomfortable than death.

"His, hiss~"

The whisper is getting faster and faster.

He was clearly awake, but he couldn't move, nor could he say anything. He could only breathe out and breathe in this way, making him more uncomfortable one after another.

Duan Muya looked around, saw his throat bulging, and it made a big circle, frowning: "What are you doing, why don't you hurry up?"

"Yes Yes……"

The man responded blankly, then put the tube in his hand into his mouth blankly, and then took a strong breath.

With this breath, he didn’t know what he was sucking. He suddenly widened his eyes, his canthus cracked, and then quickly let go of the tube in his hand, turning his face and lowering his head with a popping sound. Spit out from the basin.

When he vomited, the person next to him was watching and inadvertently caught a glimpse of what he was vomiting in the basin, his eyes widened, and he was so sick that he was about to faint.

Yin Huiyin saw that their appearance was more terrifying than hell, and couldn't help but said: "What is it? Isn't it phlegm?"

Curiosity killed the cat, he couldn't help but move and walk over to look.

Duanmu Yawang stretched out his hand to stop, it was too late, Yin Huiyin took a look, it was really just a glance, his whole body was erected, and he immediately retched.

He thought that what was stuck in Zhong Qishan's throat was just a mouthful of thick sputum, but he forgot, how can a mouthful of thick phlegm swell up a person's throat?

However, he did not expect that it was such a disgusting thing.

It was not thick phlegm, but an unknown animal. It was the size of two thumbs and looked like a toad. It was muddy yellow and covered with sticky pus!

No, it shouldn't be called pus, but something more than several times thicker than pus...

"Oh~"

As long as he thinks about that picture, he can't help but change his color, shook his head quickly, patted his face and said to himself: "Don't think about it, don't think about it, it's disgusting, it's disgusting..."

Duanmuya looked at him, very angry, "People are sick and vomiting, are you still watching?"

"You told me earlier!" Yin Huiyin covered his face, still in regret, and then shook the pot to Duanmu Yawang without hesitation: "If you told me earlier, I would not be curious and would not go. Looked."

"Blam me?"

"Don't you blame you?"

"Yin Huiyin, are you looking for a fight?" Duan Muya narrowed her eyes, clenched her fists with both hands, her fingers creaked.

"Xiaoya hopes you don't love me at all!"

Yin Huiyin was shameless at this time, as if being defeated, accusing her: "I'm so painful, you have to beat me!"

Duanmu Yawang: "..." What should I do if I didn't want to fight before, but now I want to fight him to death?

Ya ya, Yin Huiyin is really a beating!

Luo Jiuchen looked at the two of them, and then looked at Zhong Qishan's men, he was also very curious, but because of Yin Huiyin's reaction, he didn't look at it wisely.

"Huiyin, what did you see?"

"Ahem."

Yin Huiyin coughed softly, "Jiuchen, it's hard to say, why don't you see it yourself?" After getting along today, they saw it right away, and there was no strangeness between them.

Can also be joking.

"Do not."

Luo Jiuchen vetoed it calmly, "I would rather not satisfy my curiosity."

"All right."

Yin Huiyin stretched out his hands and said with a smile: "Then I won't tell you."

"Fine." Luo Jiuchen asked Duanmu Yawang, "Is it related to the condition?"

"right."

Luo Jiuchen groaned for a moment, and said, "In that case, I'll take a look."

After that, he looked over and saw that although he was used to seeing all kinds of things, although he didn't vomit like other people, he couldn't help but change his face, frowned and turned his face away from watching.

But a face was changing wonderfully when thinking about that disgusting thing.

Because that thing was too unexpected.

He touched the tip of his nose and asked Duanmu Yawang: "Did you know this would happen?"

Duanmu Yawang didn't have time to answer. Zhong Qishan, who was already more comfortable, had another hoarse whisper in her throat. She held the tube and looked at Zhong Qishan's other subordinates, "Who will come?"

Several of his subordinates paled, looking like they were about to cry.

"Hiss, hiss~"

Zhong Qishan's whistling became more and more rapid, and he was almost out of breath, Duanmu Yawang said coldly: "Don't worry about me not reminding you, your suzerain is still conscious, knowing you are like this..."

Before Duanmu Yawang finished speaking, one of them said humanely: "I, I will..."

His voice trembled when he spoke, and he trembled when he walked. His legs were so soft that he was about to fall down at any time.

Presumably not wanting himself to be too uncomfortable, after he grabbed the tube, he closed his eyes, held his breath, and took a sharp breath into the tube!

However, no matter how he held his breath, it was useless. After a short breath, the eyes that he had just closed suddenly opened wide, and then, like the previous man, he squatted on the ground and vomited out the contents of his mouth, and then vomited. .

Zhong Qishan whispered five times in a row, tossing some of his men into an inhuman form, and finally there was no longer anything in his throat, but he still did not open his eyes.

Yin Huiyin frowned when she saw it: "Isn't it the appearance of waking up before? Why haven't you woken up yet?"

"It was not only their hard work just now, but Zhong Qishan also worked hard." Duanmu Yawang said to one of Zhong Qishan's subordinates: "Pour a glass of water for your suzerain, and feed him a drink."

"Hey, hello..." Duanmu Yawang's words were heard by Zhong Qishan's ears, but he was frightened that the other party immediately softened his legs.

Duanmuya looked at her forehead, and said helplessly: "Either you let your mouth feed, or you just hold his throat and feed, understand?"