Xiahou Xuan had waited for a moment inside Liu Wuqiu's house, and due to the poison, he was unable to do anything but watch Huangfu Xiong, who lay unconscious next to him like a dead pig, and he grimaced unhappily.
If it weren't for the poison affecting him now, he really wanted to beat him to death.
While he was feeling anxious and frightened, this fellow was sleeping more comfortably than anyone else.
Just then, a rustling sound came from outside, and Xiahou Xuan's expression turned severe as he heard a low voice say, "It's me, Wang Anfeng."
With a light creak, the wooden door was carefully pushed open, and Wang Anfeng, who had just left not long ago, slipped back in. Xiahou Xuan slightly frowned and whispered, "Why have you come back? Is the outside heavily guarded?"
"No..."
Wang Anfeng shook his head, and relayed to Xiahou Xuan the thoughts he had just had, lighting up his eyes slightly as he whispered, "Bring me that wine!"
