Seeing her smile, I smiled too.
But the moment I smiled, her smile froze.
"Why are you laughing?" she asked me.
I said, "Then why are you laughing?"
She narrowed her eyes as though reassessing me. "You didn't drink it at all, did you?" I shrugged. "You're wrong. I drank it. If you don't believe me, I can drink some more for you." I really did pick up the cup and take another big gulp, swallowing it down before deliberately putting on a satisfied expression.
"Impossible! Do you know what's in that? How could you drink it and be completely fine?" She was starting to lose it.
I sighed. "Because I'm immune to poison."
After my body had been modified before, I had become almost immune to poison. Guiguzi had mentioned it too. He said there were very few poisons in the world that could affect me, unless one of those powerful old guys from his era acted personally.
But people like them should care about their reputations and would not easily step in personally to deal with me. Even if they truly wanted to, they would have to consider whether they could withstand his wrath.
After all, people like them faced enormous restrictions when entering the mortal world. Even Guiguzi himself did not dare reveal himself lightly. People like them had a tremendous influence on the mundane world, and naturally possessed equally tremendous destructive power.
"I imagine you went to great lengths to lure me to Jiang City for more than simply poisoning me, right? If you truly wanted to kill me, there was no need to go through all this trouble. You could have acted in Lin City."
Bingbing's mother changed appearance, turning into a middle-aged Western man. He had the air of a nineteenth-century gentleman—tailcoat, bow tie,