"What... That bald donkey was in your hands?"
Bai Junjun nodded, and then struck like lightning, dislocating the fake monk's jaw, and stuffed an unknown herb into his mouth.
Before long, the herb began to wriggle in his mouth as if it were alive.
The fake monk was horrified, wanting to vomit, but his jaw was dislocated, and although he could feel the torment in his mouth, he couldn't move, as the whips had bound him tightly.
Nobody knew what Bai Junjun was up to, but the grass moved around in his mouth like a snake.
Only after the poison hidden in his molars was dug out did the herb slowly retreat from his mouth.
"!" The fake monk was greatly shaken!
Now he finally understood what Bai Junjun was doing.
Concealing poison in the molars was almost a measure every soldier would prepare for himself, a final reliance.
