After the locals left, Jiang Guangrong could no longer suppress his curiosity: "Lying in the trough? Envious of Black, how did you manage to poison them?"
Zhang Xianhai blinked innocently: "I really didn't poison them. It's fate!"
Jiang Guangrong glanced at the fruit knife Sunx Han had just used to peel the apple on the table. "Mr. Zhang, do you think fate would arrange for me to attack you with that fruit knife?"
"Just kidding, just kidding, you really have no sense of humor! Actually, when I rotated around the globe twice with poison, I casually waved my sleeve near them, and they were exposed to several different poisons! What should I do? Isn't this God not knowing ghosts? Praise me quickly!"
Jiang Guangrong sincerely gave a thumbs up: "Amazing! I admire you!"
"Hahaha, that's it!" Zhang Xianhai laughed triumphantly, "They dare to ignore me! Congratulations, Jiang Shao. Blood Moon is about to break an arm!"
Jiang Guangrong was stunned: "Will they die?"
