Afterwards, Yang Luo's group acted as if nothing had happened and continued to drink and eat.
Yang Luo carefully sensed the poison in the food and drink, and sneered inwardly.
Admittedly, the poison in this food and drink was indeed potent. Even a typical Daluo Golden Immortal, if careless, would be poisoned.
During this process,
persons at the other tables, the waiter, and the innkeeper kept sneaking glances over here.
Not long after,
Bujie suddenly clutched his chest, feigning pain, and said, "There's poison in the food! Ah!"
While speaking, Bujie sprawled out flat on the ground.
"Who poisoned us?!"
"Is this a black inn?!"
"Damn it! How despicable!"
"Poisoning in secret, what a cowardly act!"
Ning Jianfeng, Yun Longxiang, Zhao Hetu, Baili Wushuang, and others all clutched their chests, cried out, and then fell to the ground.
Yang Luo couldn't help but laugh at these fellows who were all such drama kings.
Then, he too pretended to collapse on the table.
