Chapter 1217: Invisible but Deadly

"......." Han Changqing looked back in astonishment when he heard this, not daring to believe it, or not willing to believe it.

"Zhuo Qi, don't talk nonsense!" Han Changqing interrupted Zhuo Qi's words in fear, obviously avoiding something.

Xiao Mohan sat there quietly, rubbing his fingertips, reaching out to turn on the desk lamp, rolling up his sleeves in a polite manner, revealing his wrists, and said: "Time is really running out."

Wen Shui listened, the evil face was extremely irritable.

He strode forward, snatched the wine glass from Zhuo Qi's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Who is that person..." Wen Shui turned around and wanted to ask.

"It's him." Xiao Mohan said in a light voice, he stood up slowly, lowered his eyes to look at his wrist, and glanced at them indifferently, but his expression was calm and calm, saying: "He has been by my side, and he has hypnotized me many times to prove his existence."

"Chu Chu is true, so... he is also true." Xiao Mohan's magnetic voice, with a certain courage, does not allow people to question.

When he was a child, he had a dream!

That dream was beautiful and cruel, with Gu Chuyan and another person!

"The one who knows the root of my illness is a member of the Xiao family." Xiao Mohan said very confidently. He walked to the drawing board and picked up the pen to sketch on it.

His pen tip was fast but elegant, sketching a figure, but he didn't draw the eyes for a long time, saying: "What a pity..."

"Since it is hypnosis, how could Grandpa Xiao not know? Or, everyone is hypnotized and forgets the past? If so, it's terrible." Zhuo Qi listened and came back to his senses for a long time.

"He seems to be dominating everyone's life." Zhuo Qi stood up and walked towards Xiao Mohan, looking at the figure on the drawing board with him, and said: "Are you sure it's him?"

"Sure." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice, putting down the pen.

He rubbed his slender and beautiful fingertips lightly for a few times, turned around and looked out the window, and said: "Wen Shui, go see Chuchu and see if there are any strange drugs in her body, or invisible but deadly ones."

"Yeah." Wen Shui listened and nodded.

"Master, does it also exist in you?" Han Changqing listened, he only cared about whether Xiao Mohan was healthy, he turned his head and looked at Wenshui.

Wenshui raised his hand, picked up the wine glass and put it back, saying: "Before Han came back, this young master went back to the woods and took the incense stick that was not completely burned. The incense on it was just ordinary incense."

"But in fact, this light fragrance is incompatible with the blood in Han's body." Wenshui tapped the table with his fingertips, the sound was terrible, as if suppressing something.

"Han's body has my sister-in-law's blood! This incense can urge the blood to flow rapidly, causing Han to vomit blood and even disrupt his meridians." Wenshui said.

He put the incense on the box, raised his eyes and said seriously: "It is really too difficult to solve the thing made of ninety-nine and eighty-one kinds of poison and flower fragrance, but don't worry, this young master will think about it again."

"What kind of poison do you say, I'll find it." Han Changqing stamped his feet anxiously, wanting to roll up his sleeves and do a big job.

Wen Shui stretched out his hand, blocking him, and said: "The medicine must be combined with the time, order, and method! It's not that simple."

Xiao Mohan stepped forward, walked to the French window, and opened the curtains. His outline was as handsome as a knife, and his whole body exuded courage. His deep black eyes narrowed slightly, and a shrewd side light burst out.

"Count the days, should Yao Shengba wake up?" Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"Han." Seeing this, Zhuo Qi stared at Xiao Mohan's figure. He vaguely felt that Xiao Mohan knew who the other party was, and...