C869 It Was as If You Were Constipated
C869 It Was as If You Were Constipated
When the three martial artists saw this scene, they did not understand what Ye Ziheng was trying to do. But their intuition told them that no matter what they did, it would not be a good thing for them.
Not long after, Ye Ziheng finished refining the first batch of Pill. Three purple Pill appeared in his hands.
Ye Ziheng revealed a faint smile as he looked at the three of them.
"I will give you guys a chance. Tell me who sent you here, and I will spare you."
However, when the three martial artists heard this, they all showed a firm look in their eyes. It seemed that no matter what Ye Ziheng did, they would not betray the people who sent them here.
Seeing this, Ye Ziheng had nothing more to say. He could only shrug his shoulders and pick up a Pill and stuff it into the mouth of one of the martial artists.
The martial artist knew that Ye Ziheng would not give him anything good to eat, so he shut his mouth tightly, as if he hoped to use this to fight Ye Ziheng.
But regarding this, Ye Ziheng could only say, "You are still too young."
Then Ye Ziheng raised his other hand and placed his palm on the martial artist's scalp. His thumb pressed against his nose, and with a pull, the martial artist's mouth was easily opened.
Without saying another word, Ye Ziheng directly threw a Pill into his mouth. Then, a wave of energy condensed in his hand and entered his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.
"Cough, cough, cough."
The martial artist coughed twice, his face flushed red. He looked at Ye Ziheng, his eyes filled with anger.
"Stop dreaming. Even if you kill me and feed me poison pills, I won't tell you any useful information!"
Ye Ziheng smiled at this and said.
"Who told you that I gave you poison pills? I don't want to waste the ingredients to refine poison pills."
When that martial artist heard this, he could not help but be stunned for a moment. He frowned and looked at Ye Ziheng.
"Then what did you give me to eat?"
Ye Ziheng didn't say anything. He just smiled and looked at him with a profound look.
When the martial artist saw Ye Ziheng smile, and this strange smile on his face, he could not help but tremble and become somewhat afraid.
But in the next five or six minutes, the martial artist did not feel anything wrong. There was nothing unusual.
He began to feel that this Pill actually had no effect at all. It was just that Ye Ziheng had used it to scare them.
The disciple who thought he had seen through all of this revealed a trace of a cold smile as he looked at Ye Ziheng.
"Hmph, if you think that you can make us betray you by just relying on psychological warfare, then you are looking down on us too much."
However, Ye Ziheng did not pay attention to the words of the martial artist. Instead, he quietly sat on the sofa and waited for something.
Slowly, the disciple began to feel that something was not right. There was a slight itch on his body. He wanted to scratch, but his hand could not reach it.
Fortunately, this itch was not particularly strong. He could still endure it. But gradually, the feeling became stronger and stronger. He wanted to get rid of the rope that was tying his hands, but he was afraid that Ye Ziheng would hit him the moment he got rid of the rope.
But if he didn't break free, he wouldn't be able to stand the itch. The expression on his face was twisted, as if he was constipated.
The two martial artists beside him also noticed this. They could not help but suck in a breath of cold air and look at Ye Ziheng with a trace of fear in their eyes.