Inside the tent, the Storyteller looked at the utterly devious Little Brat before him and immediately cursed, "How many times have I risked my life to save you?! And you fucking repay me with poison?"
Beside the long table, Ren Ye had already woken, but neither his physical body nor his Divine Soul could move at all. He could only blink his fierce little eyes and snap back furiously, "Don't make yourself sound so noble. Didn't you poison me too?"
"You son of a bitch, I never should've saved you!" The Storyteller was so angry he nearly had a stroke. "I guarded against everything, but never thought to guard against you plotting against me! You son of a bitch, you clearly figured it out, yet never said a word. Look how calculating you are! So young, yet already full of schemes. Serves you right that you can't perform!"
"You old fucking Zhong Deng, say I can't perform one more time!" Ren Ye's eyes reddened with anger.
"You just can't. Whip it out, and it doesn't even look as sturdy as Fatty!"
"Fuck your mother! I'll poison you to death, you old monster!" Ren Ye gritted his teeth. "You're not surviving this. You're dying today...!"
With both their daggers finally revealed, the two completely lost their composure, hurling abuse without a shred of dignity and sparing each other no mercy.
"Pfft...!"
After they had traded insults for a full quarter of an hour, the Storyteller's anger sent his blood surging, and he abruptly vomited a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground in utter exhaustion.
He hurriedly sat cross-legged and stirred his divine sense to inspect his dantian and physical body. He discovered at least several hundred Gu Insects of different shapes and toxicities lurking in his bloodstream. All of them