He quietly raised his head, glanced at Gu Lan, unconsciously wiped his forehead, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and took a sip.

After moisturizing my throat, he coughed in a low voice: "It is inevitable that I feel a little bit chilly..."

"Patriarch Zhao doesn't feel good?" Gu Lan smiled, but his eyes were cold: "Then you are almost the same as me... chilling, I am also very chilling, haha..."

Although it was a laugh, Zhao Ziming had a creepy feeling.

At this time, smiling like this is not a good thing in all likelihood! !

"Mr. Gu, I...I'm like this, you still feel chilled, then I should be even more chilled..."

"Why are you chilling?" Gu Lan's eyes fell cold for an instant: "Lying and deceiving, lying in series, there is no truth in the whole process, just want to borrow my hand to get rid of Zhao Qin, and remove all obstacles for your future. ... Are you still chilling?"

"I"

Zhao Ziming wanted to argue, but suddenly realized that there was a feeling of suffocation in his throat.

It was as if it was a pair of invisible hands that just killed him.

This feeling is very bad.

Subconsciously, he looked at Gu Lan, only to find that he didn't make any movements, just watching him quietly.

"Spare... forgive..."

Trying his best, Zhao Ziming's throat uttered a cry for help, but only sobbed.

At the same time, he could no longer support his body and fell softly.

At the same time, he also wiped off the tea cups on the table.

When the tea fell, there was a trace of bubbles, which seemed to be the appearance of tea foam, but it seemed a little too much and fleeting.

Zhao Ziming suddenly understood something.

"The tea... is poisonous..."

Slowly raising his head, he looked at Gu Lan in disbelief.

"You...you poisoned me..."

Gu Lan smiled but didn't smile: "I want to kill you, but still need to poison?"

Zhao Ziming's eyes turned sharply, and he instantly understood something: "It's... it's Zhao Qin..."

Whether it was Gu Lan or Ling Luoyu, if they wanted to kill him, they had already started, or they could kill him by moving their fingers.

Why would it take such an effort to poison him?

"In the way of a person, he can still treat his body!" Gu Lan stood up quietly and walked forward: "Patriarch Zhao, this is not surprising to you, is it a courtesy?"

Zhao Ziming is now in pain all over, as if using countless needles to pierce his body little by little, making him want to yell, but even the cry for help in his throat becomes sobbing.

"Save me... Mr. Gu... Save me..."

He knows who is the last straw.

Desperately, crawling towards Gulan.

"Sir, save me...I...I..."

Gu Lan let him grab his ankle and smiled faintly: "Why save you?"

"For a person like you who is full of lies, death...maybe the cleanest relief. It is better to eliminate this life and continue with the next life...At that time, being a clean person will not be the last It's a terrible ending!"

Zhao Ziming: "..."

Why die! ?

In this life, he has not lived enough.

The good day has just begun, so let's talk about death! ?

"Mr. Gu...the next life...the illusory...I don't...no extravagant desires, just...just..."

"Don't beg me!" Gu Lan suddenly used his feet, shaking off Zhao Ziming: "For people like you, the deity has nothing to say..."