Master Xiaobei glanced at him playfully and lazily asked, "Why do you say that?"
Glaring harshly at Master Xiaobei, Yan Chengwei replied impatiently, "Why do I say that? Obviously because I couldn't find anything on my side!"
Hearing Yan Chengwei's confident reply, Master Xiaobei laughed out loud.
Then, Master Xiaobei turned his head to look at the instrument and said indifferently, "Not finding anything means I didn't poison you? Maybe your instrument is just too crappy and can't find anything."
"Are you kidding? It's crappy? This is the most advanced instrument currently available. If you really poisoned me, it wouldn't miss it!"
"Any instrument can malfunction. Otherwise, take a look at your hand."
Hearing Master Xiaobei's talk, Yan Chengwei instinctively turned to take a look.
Instantly, his expression turned into a deep scowl.
Because he found that his palm had started to turn blue.
"What's happening?"
Surprised, he brought his hand closer to take a very careful look.
