Xu Ke and Tang Yingchang pushed the door open and entered. Xu Ke grinned. "I only gave you three a tiny bit of poison. Why all the fuss?"
Damn it! You call this a tiny bit of poison? the Yin-Yang Elders and Shi Hongda cursed inwardly.
But on the surface, they still appeared pitiful, their faces mournful. "No, no, no, we were just kidding. We were just speaking out of anger."
SMACK. SMACK.
Xu Ke's palm landed on Zhuge Changyang, who had just spoken. "No worries," he said in a light tone. "If you two want to force me to hand over the antidote, I'll definitely give it to you. Just take care of business first, how about it?"
As soon as he said this, the three men became visibly uneasy. They hemmed and hawed, looking at each other without speaking for a long time.
"So you all failed?" Xu Ke chuckled.
