Chunhua squatted down and placed the small porcelain bottle in front of Hong Qiushui, then stood up, wrapped her hands around her, looked down at Hong Qiushui on the ground coldly, and said coldly: "Hong San Master, you will be my slave from now on, but you must be obedient!"

"you……"

Hong Qiushui stared at the spring flowers fiercely.

After all, he was once only one step away from the Hong family, and he realized that he would become a slave to Chunhua? This really made him very angry!

Hong Qiushui's eyes fell on the small porcelain bottle in front of her, then stretched out her trembling hand, opened the small porcelain bottle, and poured the medicine into her mouth.

He had already made up his mind and just wanted to die as a living horse. At worst, he would just die! It would be better than obeying Chunhua's orders.

But after he took the pill for a long time, his body did not feel anything else.

"This...is this really an antidote?"

Hong Qiushui murmured in disbelief.

He doesn't believe in the devil's way of doing things, and let him go so easily!

Chunhua smiled and said, "Master Hong San, what you just took was the antidote of the previous medicine, and the medicine you just used had no antidote!"

After hearing this, Hong Qiushui blew in her head, like a dry land thunder blew in her ears, and she was stunned.

"From now on, you will listen to my orders carefully. I will give you some relief medicines regularly, and I want to get rid of my palms completely unless you die!"

Chunhua looked at Hong Qiushui with a smile in her eyes, but now she is clearly a devil in Hong Qiushui's eyes.

Song Yingzong walked up to me and said with a smile: "San Master Hong, go and bring me the Hong family's call and jade seal!"

"No... impossible!"

Hong Qiushui gritted her teeth tightly and said fiercely.

He repeatedly warned himself that this time he would never compromise on the magic!

But just as his voice fell, Chunhua wrapped her two fingers into a ring and placed them between her lips. With a gentle blow, the whistle sound came from between her fingers.

In response to the whistle sound, Hong Qiushui once again felt the heart-wrenching pain, causing him to roll on the ground and beg in pain: "Don't... don't blow anymore!"

Chunhua put down her two fingers, but she did not make a sound, but looked at Song Yingzong on the side.

"Master Hong San, are you feeling this pain now?"

The smile on Song Yingzong's face dissipated, and he had a cold face. He squatted down and gently patted Hong Qiushui's cheeks with his palms, saying jokingly.

Hong Qiushui was exhausted by the effect of the medicine, so he nodded slightly.

Song Yingzong said again: "If you want to die... our devil will never stop you! But looking at your appearance, I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to die!"

Hong Qiushui avoided Song Yingzong's gaze in shame.
Chapter completed!