"Really? Blame me if you really can't detoxify?" Yun Ruoyue coughed weakly.

"No, this king speaks, and he keeps his words." Chu Xuanchen frowned and said with a stinking face.

Yun Ruoyue looked at the young man with the horse next to him, "Really? With this little brother testifying with this horse, if you dare to repent and blame me, then I will curse you for not having a son in the future."

The boy next to him was taken aback, his scalp was numb, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. What a harsh curse.

When the horse heard this, his face turned blue with horror.

Chu Xuanchen's face was darker than before, "Okay, if this king said that I don't blame you, I won't blame you. If you say a word, it's hard to chase a horse."

"Well, it's because of your sincerity." Yun Ruoyue finished speaking and took out a naloxone hydrochloride injection from the cloth bag.

This is an anti-narcotics.

In fact, she did not poison Chu Xuanchen at all.

She just gave him a shot of anesthetic, but it was a special anesthetic she made for self-defense two days ago.

She added a medicine that can make the body allergic to the medicine, which makes the body of the needle numb and itchy.

Anesthetic is generally unconscious, but after her processing and improvement, this medicine can make people allergic, and then itching caused by allergies can make people feel uncomfortable and very uncomfortable.

She originally wanted to use it to deal with that vicious Mother Zhang, but who knew she would use it on Chu Xuanchen first.

Next, Yun Ruoyue took out the injection and went to lift the trousers on Chu Xuanchen's legs.

Chu Xuanchen was taken aback, "What are you doing again?"

This woman took out a needle again, shouldn't she murder him again?

"Don't worry, as long as you don't bully me, I won't bully you. This is an injection-type antidote. I will inject the medicine into your body to detoxify." Yun Ruoyue said solemnly.

Chu Xuanchen glanced at her suspiciously, and did not speak, which was regarded as tacit approval of her behavior.

At this time, he didn't believe her, and there was nothing he could do.

Because if she wants to harm him, just ignore him.

Yun Ruoyue glanced at Chu Xuanchen's trousers inlaid with gold and embroidered moire, and said, "I lift your pants up for you, or do you lift them yourself?"

Fortunately, the trousers of the ancients were very wide. They were not jeans or small-footed trousers. They were easy to lift up. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to let Chu Xuanchen take off his trousers.

"What do you mean? Where are you going to get an injection on this king?" Chu Xuanchen stared at Yun Ruoyue warily, his face stiff, as if he was afraid of being frivolous by her.

After all, the former Yun Ruoyue was very idiot, and always wanted to dedicate his life to him, and always wanted to eat his tofu to take advantage of him.

Yun Ruoyue was speechless, "Don't worry, I am not interested in you. This injection has to be applied to the nerves of the upper legs for the effect to be good."

Because the narcotics she was given just now were also in that place.

Chu Xuanchen's voice was cold and hard, "This king will come by himself."

After speaking, he wanted to reach out to lift the trouser legs, but found that because his legs were numb and couldn't bend, his hands couldn't reach the trouser legs at all.

His face flushed suddenly, and his originally fair skin became a little cute after being blushed.

Yun Ruoyue couldn't help but coldly said: "Let me come."

After speaking, she squatted down and began to pull his trouser legs.

With one arm, she saw his strong calf, urgently, the knees, and finally, the white thighs.

Xu is because the ancients always only wore trousers, and their bodies were very white.