Ling Feitong is very unhappy, sitting on the luxurious bed, trying to open the terminal. Fortunately, the terminal does not have a password, only needs fingerprint unlocking.

As soon as it was opened, a message came.

Have you got it?

Ling Feitong's radar inside his head stood up. He looked at the strange number, squinted his eyes, considered for a moment, and replied, "No."

The number quickly returned the message: "how is that possible? You have entered his bedroom today. As long as you have physical contact with him, he will be paralyzed. What are you doing? "

After contact can you paralyze?

Ling Feitong quickly thought of a drug, AR subtype poison.

This kind of poison only needs to be taken by the assassin first. After half an hour, the poisonous hair will escape from the surface of the skin. This kind of escaping gas is colorless and tasteless. As long as someone touches the skin, it will immediately feel as if he has been anesthetized, and his whole body will be paralyzed, like a lamb, and he will be slaughtered.

So far, the number of people who can withstand the toxicity of AR subtype is zero.

Ling Feitong's brain buzzing up, AR subtype poison is the same way to die, within two hours after the poisoning, if the person taking the poison can not get the antidote, the toxin will attack the heart and cause death.

"Day!" Ling Feitong scolded a sentence, jumped up from the bed, returned a sentence: "the situation has changed, we'll talk about it later."

No matter whether the other party is a ghost or a person, he can't care about anything else after dropping this sentence.

What a grudge it must be to come up with such a dirty way to deal with him!

Ling Feitong quickly ran to the door, accidentally stepped on the gauze clothes on the ground and nearly tripped himself. He looked down at the large exposed skin, and felt that it was really unsightly and unsightly. So he had to go back and tear open the door of the cloakroom, from which he picked out a suit of normal clothes.

Ling Feitong raced through the long path of heaven, and as the guards still looked at him, he ran to the main building which had just left.

This body probably has never had professional endurance training. After running less than one kilometer, Ling Feitong has begun to gasp.

Of course, no one is allowed to run wildly in mojiahua's castle, but Ling Feitong's speed is too fast, and his facial expression is too anxious. In addition, no one has ever encountered this kind of thing, so no one thought of stopping him until Ling Feitong came to mojiahua's bedroom door breathlessly.

"Open the door, open the door!" Ling Feitong was lying on the door and shouting.

At this time, the door of mogawa was opened from inside.

Ling Feitong habitually fell forward and saw that he was about to fall into the body of megahua Wei'an. Unexpectedly, the guy moved leisurely and calmly to the side when they were about to have intimate contact.

"Damn it!" Ling Feitong fell to the ground with an unsophisticated posture. Fortunately, the high-grade carpet was covered with a thick layer, so he didn't bump it.

Ling Feitong secretly scolded mojiahua for being stingy. He got up from the ground, gasped, looked directly at a man whose head was higher than him, and said, "there is one thing I want to confess and be lenient."

Under the gaze of mojiahua, who was cold as if he could kill people, Ling Feitong held back the superfluous words and said bravely, "I seem to be poisoned."

Megawat looked at his face and said, "Calvin."

Steward Calvin came out from behind him and said respectfully, "yes, your highness."

Ling Feitong thinks that this incident can attract the attention of mojiahua, and intends to tell the truth about the person who contacted him. After all, although he divorced mojiahua, Ling Feitong is nostalgic anyway, and he doesn't mind helping his predecessor get out of danger.

However, he did not seem to care.

He turned and left.

Ling Feitong noticed that mojiahua was dressed in a neat, black uniform, which wrapped his perfect tall body. From the back, Ling Feitong could only think of one word - back killing.

This is really a tall and straight man, Ling Feitong thought.

What he once liked most was not the beautiful face of the Red River galaxy, but his back. This figure, as if able to shelter him from the wind and rain, hold up a whole sky.