"Poison!"

Northeast people giggled. "Ye Cheng, do you feel feeble, as heavy as a jackstone? Hahaha, I tell you, no one has ever escaped from my poisonous fingers so far. Even if you are the reincarnation of Jinyang God, you can't escape."

Ye Cheng doesn't care about Northeasterners. He looks down at the black and shiny guide, raises his thin lips and says, "Do you look confident about your poisonous fingers? Are you sure that drug addicts can deal with me?

"Poison is the weakness of Jinyang God. You are the reincarnation of Jinyang God. Natural congestion is the best way for you."

Ye nodded and shook his head at...