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But Yu Wenxian was also a child, and he was still sitting on a wheelbarrow, so his reaction was naturally not as fast as Yang Guang's.

Yang Guang turned sideways abruptly, dodged directly, picked up the wine glass and ear cups on the table, "哗啦——" With a sound of water, he even splashed all the wine in the wine glass ear cups on Yu Wenxian's face.

Yu Wenxian didn't expect it, he was taken aback, the wine dripped down, the ear cup was not too small, it almost poured him a chill.

Yu Wenxian's face was throbbing with blue veins, his eyeballs were red and bloodshot, and he said tremblingly: "You dare...you dare...you dare!! How dare you disobey me when you are about to die! I will kill you , peel off your skin, cram your tendons! Chop you into minced meat!"

As he spoke, he pointed at the black armored warriors and said, "Drag him up!! Catch him!"

Yu Wenxian's hoarse words were suddenly interrupted by a sigh, and when he turned his head, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he saw Yang Jian, the emperor who was slumped on the mat, suddenly stood up.

He stood up, his movements were very easy, as if he didn't have to exert any effort at all, he sighed, and straightened his sleeve robe, his movements were leisurely, completely...

It doesn't look like poisoning at all.

"Why are you..." Yu Wenxian stared in disbelief, and said, "You've clearly been drinking, why... why didn't you get poisoned?"

Yang Jian stared at Yu Wenxian, showed a faint smile, and said, "I have endured you for a long time, and I really can't bear it anymore."