The medicine boy met Feng Jiu'er's gaze, calmed down, and shook his head again.

"No more, Miss Jiu'er, I have no plan, I really don't have any, please believe me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the drug boy hit three heads on the ground, but she did not raise her head after the last blow.

"Take him down and lock him up."

Feng Jiuer raised an eyebrow and said.

"yes."

Qiao Mu grabbed the medicine boy.

Following her strength, the medicine boy stood up, bowed to Feng Jiuer, and was led down.

Feng Jiuer sat down behind the low table, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

Looking at the man who was lying on the ground unable to move, she picked up a drop of tea in the tea cup.

With a snap of his fingers, the tea hit the man's acupuncture points like ice cubes.

"ah!"

The man screamed again.

"What's the conspiracy between you and Nanmen Zhuo?

Could it be said that Nanmen Zhuo did not intend to surrender at all?"

Feng Jiuer's deep voice sounded in the tent.

The man looked at Feng Jiu'er for a moment, and suddenly his face darkened.
Chapter completed!