"If they want to stall, then let them stall," Ya Enxi said, and beckoned Beidou to follow her to another side, where the two of them actually began to sip tea.
This truly dumbfounded Mother Ya and Ya Jinghong.
Weren't these two trying to extract their master's affairs from their mouths? Why had they stopped asking and instead started drinking tea to the side?
But soon, they understood why, as before long, their stomachs began to twist in agony.
Cold sweat dripped down their faces, soaking their clothes, while their facial expressions turned crimson from enduring the pain, now exacerbated by being poisoned.
That mix of green, red, and a touch of purple on their faces looked eerily terrifying.
"Ah!"
Ban Yilu was already rolling on the ground in pain, and Ya Jinghong was not faring any better.
Their faces and hands were veined with bulging arteries, exposed to the air as they writhed on the ground, struggling to free their bound hands and clutching at their bellies.
