Yang Ming Can Also Refine Pills?

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"Old man, if you have something to say, just squeak."

Dugu Bo blew his beard and glared at Yang Ming. The backlash from the poison within him was fiercer than ever before, leaving him unable to squeeze out a word.

If he had a choice, Dugu Bo truly wanted to stuff a few venomous centipedes and snakes into Yang Ming's mouth.

Couldn't he see that this old man had fallen to the ground? Couldn't he at least help him up?

Their eyes met, and Yang Ming seemed to have guessed what Dugu Bo was thinking. He curled his lip disdainfully.

Of course, Yang Ming was not afraid that Dugu Bo was faking a fall to extort compensation. It was simply that, back at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Dugu Bo had shown off his might in front of him, and Yang Ming had been unable to do much about it. Now that the tables had turned, naturally he had to take the chance to mess with him.

Seeing that Yang Ming still was not making a move, Dugu Bo was furious!

Should he squeak? Or not squeak?

Feeling the deadly poison inside him gnawing at his body like ants, spreading an itchy, numb discomfort into every corner of his body, Dugu Bo's expression shifted slightly. He looked pained, yet somehow pleased, making for an extremely strange sight.

Helpless, Dugu Bo could only tremble his cracked lips and force out a single word:

"Squeak!"

Yang Ming rubbed his fingers against his smooth chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Hey, old man, I told you to squeak, and you actually squeaked. Are you a rat?"

Dugu Bo was furious. This brat was clearly playing with him.

Yet if he had to choose between life and death, Dugu Bo would still