Mo Qingtian held Baobao in his arms and looked at Mo Jiuli and Mo Cheng, feeling bitter in his heart. The Mo Family had always been dwindling in numbers, and he hadn't expected that, even with the addition of a few ancestors, there were only eight of them left in the four generations...
"Grandpa, this is for you. This is a poison that Baobao made by herself. One pill is enough to poison hundreds of people!"
Seeing the sadness in his grandfather's eyes, Mo Jiuli gave Baobao a signal. Baobao immediately took out a few bottles of elixirs from her ring and gave them to Mo Qingtian.
Mo Qingtian looked at the pile of elixirs pushed by Baobao. There were probably dozens of bottles, filled with various colored elixirs - red, black, white, and so on...
Mo Qingtian asked in surprise, "Baobao, you said all these are poisons?"
"Yes, Grandpa, these are all made by me!" Baobao looked up and said with a smile.
