The man who was originally flying mid-air suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, and coincidentally, the mask fell off.
"So ugly." Yang Ruxin covered her face with a handkerchief and then leisurely walked in, glanced at the withered face beneath the mask, and couldn't help but click her tongue twice, "I can understand why you'd wear a mask. Otherwise, you'd definitely scare children into crying."
"Who are you?" The withered old man glared at Yang Ruxin, not expecting to fall like this.
"That's something I should be asking you. Who are you?" Yang Ruxin slightly raised her eyebrows.
The old man didn't say anything.
Yang Ruxin didn't mind and instead went over to take the bottle from Ji Bin's hand, opened it, and sniffed—it was poison.
Xiaolun and Xiaoyin both darted over.
Yang Ruxin handed the bottle to the two little ones. Although this was hardly deadly poison for them, it was better than nothing.
The two little ones then shared the bottle of poison.
