"You hold on!" Song Chengfeng put Ma Yuqing on the ground, inhaled deeply, and then put his left hand on her back, trying his best to dispel poison for her.

"Poof-" After a while, Ma Yuqing spurted out a large mouthful of black blood and fell weakly into his arms.

"Oh, hey, how are you!" Song Chengfeng slapped her face twice and woke her up.

"I'm fine, help me...... Go up and rest and ......" Ma Yuqing's already snow-white cheeks seemed to be coated with lead at this time, gray and bloodless, her slender fingers weakly grabbed Song Chengfeng's cuffs, and said weakly.

"Hey, what's going on?" At this time, Ma Zhongkui happened to be passing by, he ran over and asked.

"She was poisoned, and now it's not good!" Song Chengfeng held her head and said to Ma Zhongkui.

"What kind of poison is this?" Ma Zhongkui ran over as he spoke, wanting to find out, but unexpectedly, the cleaner aunt who fell to the ground with a knife suddenly jumped up from the ground and bit Ma Zhongkui's neck.

"I'll take the test!" Ma Zhongkui shouted, black blood gushing out from his neck. He threw the cleaner's aunt over his shoulder to the ground, but the aunt never let go, and threw Ma Zhongkui's 1.9-meter-tall body to the ground. Ma Zhongkui was like an elephant entangled by a python at this time, unable to move.

"Ha!" Song Chengfeng rushed forward, and hit the back of the aunt's head with a dragon riding fist, and the cleaner's aunt burst with a loud bang, and black blood sprayed Song Chengfeng's whole body.

"Hey, hey, Ma Zhongkui, wake up!" Song Chengfeng slapped Ma Zhongkui's angular square face several times with his big slap, but he was still unconscious, and his face was covered with black blood.

There was no way, Song Chengfeng took out Ma Zhongkui's mobile phone and called his group of friends from the Northwest Rong tribe.

"The two of them will take care of you for the time being, and I'll go find the antidote. Song Chengfeng arched his hand in the face of the dozen or so tall Northwest youths, and said heavily.

"Brother Song, don't worry, Brother Kui and Sister Yuqing are our own people, and we will do our best to protect them," the leading Rong youth rubbed the black mustache on his lips and said, "We Rong people have their own elixir, which can keep them safe for three days." "

"Okay, I will definitely bring the antidote back within three days!" Song Chengfeng's heart immediately became firm, and with three days to guarantee, his legs seemed to be stepping on the rock, extremely stable.

"Brother Song, take care!" more than a dozen young men of the Rong tribe put their hands on their left chests together and bent down to salute him.

In the huge library, the nameless old man was taking advantage of the desertion, secretly took out a bottle of liquor, and drank a few sips, but the bottle in his hand was suddenly snatched away.

"I'm a Cao Itmade-" Nameless thought to himself, his skills are so strong, the person who can snatch the bottle from him must be a master, hehe, isn't that kid Song Chengfeng here?

"Unknown hero!" Song Chengfeng grabbed his wine bottle and shouted loudly.

"Shhhh

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