Tang San's black hair gradually turned pale, while his originally delicate skin shriveled little by little. He looked at Meng Yiran in terror.
"Li Na, what did you do? Please, let them go, alright? I love you, I..." Tang San begged in panic. Above them, the Titled Douluo had already rushed forward and tightly surrounded Meng Yiran.
Even when facing so many Titled Douluo, Meng Yiran did not so much as furrow her brow. She looked tenderly at Tang San and said with a smile, "I know you love me. So, will you die with me?"
"You!" Tang San glared furiously. "You bitch, what nonsense are you talking about? I won't die. You think your poison can kill me? Impossible!"
Tang San laughed in fury. He hurriedly sat cross-legged and began examining the poison in his body.
Meng Yiran watched him without expression and made no move to stop him. She merely murmured, "It's useless. The poison I gave you is incurable... No, to be precise, you no longer have a chance to cure it!"
She smiled, and a dagger appeared in her hand. She pressed it against her own throat. "I used my own life as the poison, placing venomous insects within your bodies. The moment I die, you will die too! Hahaha!"
Meng Yiran laughed wildly, and her hand came down without hesitation. Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned at the sight. With his abilities, he could naturally have stopped her, but he hesitated...
Meng Yiran wanted to kill Tang San, and they wanted Tang San dead as well. That did not conflict with anything. With that thought, Chrysanthemum Douluo actually remained standing where he was without moving.
Just as Meng Yiran's blade was about to fall, Tang San's eyes widened. "No!!!"
Crack!
The dagger was knocked away, and a figure