Grunt!
Ye Ling's complexion was charged with pain, and his vicissitude-filled eyes were brimming with horror.
Feeling as though his internal organs were on fire and unbearably raw, he wished he could immediately die.
"You... what did you make me drink?" Ye Ling squeezed his own neck tightly, his veins standing out from his temples, and both of his eyes were bulging. His handsome appearance was twisted due to the excessive pain, and his voice revealed heart-rending despair.
"I used the juice that I extracted from a few type of poisonous medicinal herbs that I specially prepared for you. Ye Ling, since you have the guts to come to my General Estate to plot against me, then I will make you feel a pain that you would never forget in this lifetime!"
