He felt there was no point in killing those small fry, and it would not ease his anger either.
But since she thought he had been wrong, then he must have been wrong.
Su Qiao secretly glanced toward Gu Han and the others, lowering her voice to the barest whisper. "Where did you get the poison?"
Jiang Han rubbed his slightly itchy ear and backed away a little, his face flushed.
He said softly, "I saw you collecting the sap from those poisonous plants, so I dipped my knife in a little."
Host, look at the good disciple you taught. He refuses to learn anything good, but he's picked up all the bad habits. He's even learned how to play with poison.
What's it to you?
Poisoning others is better than getting poisoned, right?
Everyone thought the throwing knife in Gu Han's shoulder had been thrown by an unknown person attacking from behind. Only Gu Han himself sensed that something was wrong.
He lay weakly on the blanket, glancing at Jiang Han from time to time.
That gaze was sinister, laced with murderous intent.
Su Qiao knew at a glance that Gu Han had clearly grown suspicious.
After sweeping his eyes over the area, Jiang Han rose expressionlessly.
So what if he knows? Was there any reason to fear him?
Seeing Jiang Han feeling around all over the stone walls, Su Qiao hurriedly reminded him, "Jiang Han, don't wander around randomly. Be careful not to trigger any mechanisms."
"I'm just taking a look."
They would soon reach their destination, and there would definitely be a fight by then.
He had to find a retreat route first.
Old He happened to be studying the stone walls too. When he walked closer, he froze. "What did you call him?"
Su Qiao looked