Gu Ling Turned the Tables! Grasping Dugu Bo's Weakness?

Although Dugu Bo did not fully understand what these herbs were used for, he had discovered this place first, and he had always regarded it as his private herb garden.

And now look what had happened.

He had only been away for a few days.

Yet a little thief had sneaked in!

And that thief was his granddaughter's classmate!

"Boy."

Dugu Bo looked at Gu Ling with a sinister expression and said,

"Which of your legs do you think I should break first?"

Gu Ling's mouth twitched slightly. Feeling the iron-grip-like hand on his shoulder, he knew perfectly well that if he kept being stubborn, he would probably get a brutal beating.

After all, the gap between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Elder was not something a spatial soul skill could bridge.

With that in mind, Gu Ling suddenly said,

"Senior Dugu."

"You've been poisoned, but I can cure you."

Dugu Bo, who had been about to lift Gu Ling up by his entire body, suddenly paused. Then, as if he had heard something utterly ridiculous, he said,

"What did you say?"

Gu Ling turned to look at him and said word by word,

"I said."

"You've been poisoned."

Dugu Bo's expression gradually turned cold.

"I am the Poison Douluo. Among everyone on the continent who uses poison, how many dare claim to be stronger than me? And now you're telling me that I've been poisoned?"

Gu Ling did not argue with him. Instead, imitating the tone Tang San had used in his memories, he said calmly,

"Then let me ask you a few questions. Whenever the weather turns cloudy and rainy, do you first feel numbness and itching around your ribs, followed by that sensation growing steadily worse?"

The sneer on Dugu Bo's face suddenly froze.

Yet Gu