"...Damn, can they really force a story together like that?"
Su Qiao felt seriously offended.
After thinking it over, she pulled a Medicine Packet from the corner and sprinkled some onto the man's face.
The man, unconscious like a dead dog, suddenly began convulsing violently. After only a few spasms, his legs straightened, and he stopped moving.
Zhao Jingting froze for a moment, then bent down and checked beneath the man's nostrils. He immediately raised his head in shock. "D-Dead?"
"What... what did you sprinkle on him?"
"Poison, of course. Didn't you say I was Poisonous Lady?"
Su Qiao carefully put the paper packet away, wearing an expression that suggested it was no big deal.
Zhao Jingting was left speechless.
"How... how could you..." Zhao Jingting wanted to say, How could you kill someone so casually? But when he remembered her identity, it suddenly seemed perfectly normal.
Kill whoever she wanted, save whoever she wanted—that was exactly how the Poisonous Lady of the demon sect behaved.
Su Qiao clapped her hands and raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say I liked him? I'm proving to you that I don't like him at all."
"You're still just as poisonous, just as ruthless, but I still can't bring myself to fear you, and I can't bring myself to hate you either."
Zhao Jingting sighed helplessly, looking as though he had resigned himself to his fate.
"In this lifetime, I've completely fallen into your hands."
"..."
Good grief. If she hadn't known this guy's mind was abnormal, even Su Qiao would have started to think she really was some vicious, poisonous, cold-blooded scumbag of a woman.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Zhao Jingting silently turned and walked out. Su Qiao hurriedly asked him.
Zhao Jingting turned back in confusion. "I'm going to get a