The Reverse Life Of Jiujiu Chapter 22: Poisonous Thorns Of Group Nine

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"Sorry." Jiujiu suddenly says and notices that Ning Chao is staring at her. She stuns for a moment, and cannot help asking, "What …"          

 Suddenly his voice disappears, and then he stares at Jiujiu, and his body falls down. The sword in his hand falls to the ground heavily.           

Jiujiu's fingertip flashes silver needle. She feels the secret healing way is so dangerous. If Ning Chao hasn't guarded against her, she would have lost the chance.          

While it is too late to ignore the others, Jiujiu walks quickly toward the guards with the poisoning needle.           

The guards are not poisoned seriously, and he has already ordered the occupants to stop the developing of poisoning, so his mind is still a little sober, but he cannot move at all.          

 Jiujiu is not at all rebellious when the needle is pa.s.sed. She just comforts him, "Don't worry, it will be ready in a minute."            

With her several needles, the guard suddenly spits out black poisonous blood, Jiujiu preventively escapes it in a flash.           

After the guard vomiting blood, she moves her fingertips again and gives several treatments. The guard's face has recovered a little.           

"Don't move first, she hasn't  used her strength."           

When she has finished, she straightens up and goes to Beiming Xuan. Beiming Xuan keeps looking at her, watching her heal Ning Chao, and then gives the guard an injection. When he sees her coming, he says coldly, "Stand still."           

Jiujiu is stunned. Looking at his dark and cold look, she quickly explains, "Look at him, his poison has been suppressed by my needling. You must also suppress the poison quickly. This kind of poisonous blood goes too fast and too slowly to control it."           

"Really?" Jiujiu looks very anxious when he doubts her, "You have been watching me give the needle to your guard, and can't  you believe me now?"            

With her arguing, she takes another step forward, but sees a sudden movement of Beiming Xuan, and then her eyes darkened.

 Jiujiu wants to retreat, but it is too late. Suddenly, her neck is pinched by the sudden rise of him.           

His breath comes towards her, and Jiujiu feels the threat of death.           

What a trick!           

"Are you looking for death? Such poisonous attack is quicker! "           

"Say, who the h.e.l.l are you?" She is pinched by him, and there is no sense of pity at all.           

"Ruan, Ruan Jiujiu." Jiujiu feels hard to breathe and wants to push him away but her strength is obviously not on the same level as his.           

Beiming Xuan snorts coldly, and his voice sounds despiteful: "I can only give you a chance to say a word."           

In a word? Jiujiu is startled. Her eyes touch the dark and cold shadow of him, and she understands what it means.           

He only gives her a chance to say one word to let her explain her ident.i.ty. If she speaks a wrong word, or let him be unsatisfied, she would die!           

Jiujiu scolds him in her heart with the most evil words.           

With a twist of her brain, she snaps her teeth and says, "I'm a poisonous thorn of group nine."           

"Group nine?" Beiming Xuan is apparently confused by the word because he has never heard it.           

If you haven't heard of it, you have questions. If you have questions, then Jiujiu can't be sentenced to death!          

More importantly, Jiujiu does not look like a liar, nor is the name of the group nine, which is an opponent organization he has previously suspected.           

At this time, Jiujiu is looking at him fearlessly.           

Anyway, she doesn't lie. She is called "poisonous thorn" in group nine.          

She stares fearlessly at him, and gradually her eyes change.

Looking at the man at close range, she finds that he is really good-looking.            Looking at his eyes, one can see his lip line is tightly drawn into a line. It is cold and seductive. Even in the daytime, it can make people indulge in the dark night in his eyes. The body and mind cannot escape.           

She is almost fooling at this critical moment.           

Controlling the drooling thought, Jiujiu snorts, "Now can you let me go?"           

He turns his eyes on the ground. Except for the guard who has just been needled by Jiujiu, all the others have been poisoned all over their bodies and have pa.s.sed out.           

"Save them all, if there is one death..." With the strength of his fingers, Jiujiu cannot help crying. Then he lets go of his hand. Jiujiu falls backwards and then to the ground. His voice cold and heartless orders, "You are doomed to die."           

 Jiujiu wants to curse him!           

But looking at the man who obviously has been poisoned deeply but still could kill her, she restrains it.           

Safety is the best policy. One day I will revenge sooner or later and chop you to death!            She claps her hands and stands up. She looks at Beiming Xuan who has seated back on the chair and suggests, "Your poison is also developing in the blood. Should I give you an injection first?"            "I will be the last one!"Jiujiu just wants to ignore him.          

 Jiujiu looks at his lip and scolds to him in mind: You'd better be poisoned to death.           

"If I die, you will be in worse suffering."           

As Jiujiu turns around, she hears somebody secretly. She is stiff and grits her teeth, ignoring it.           

With squatting in front of a very poisoned guard and watching his face almost black and purple, Jiujiu frowns.           

Just now she takes the silver needle out of the ring called Ling Long, and she murmurs again. The new silver needle comes to her fingertips again. She stares at the needle tip, and her eyes grow faint.           

She doesn't need to avoid people when she takes out the silver needle from the exquisite, because the silver needle is so small that common people can't see it clearly or notice it, but now she wants to use other things.           

She murmurs but this time nothing appears.           

Looking at the ancient ring on her finger, she wants to swear.           

But before she scolds, she hears, "You'd better hurry up, I don't have so much patience."           

With the corners of her mouth quivering, Jiujiu gives  a plausible hum and decides to do it first.           

With a silver needle in her hand, she quickly works on the needle. In the blink of an eye, the bluish-purple face of the unconscious Guardian recedes a little. After a few more needles, he spits out a mouthful of blood, just like the former guard.           

Beiming Xuan has been staring at Jiujiu. She is leaning over on the other side. He can only see her fingers moving like lightning, which is different from any doctor.

She's fast, so fast that he can't see clearly. What's more, she has strange st.i.tches!            He has not seen it, let alone hearing it.           

What kind of st.i.tching is this?           

What is the poisonous throne of group nine? Does it refer to her st.i.tching? What kind of organization are the nine groups?           

A series of questions are crossed in mind of him. He looks at Jiujiu's face and becomes more and more somber.           

At this moment, Jiujiu is totally immersed in the world of needling and rescuing people, forgetting the evil spirit behind her. She moves very fast, and immediately comes to the next one after needling, without any stagnation.           

Looking at the comatose guard under her needle gradually recovering, Beiming Xuan suddenly feels that this thin and weak girl seems quite interesting.           

He does not realize that his eyes have been glued to that emaciated figure and cannot be moved.