Chapter 17: What is Glory?

  "What is glory?"

  The moment he said "male god's illness", my face changed greatly, and the powder in my sleeve was sprinkled towards him instantly.

  Dare to scold my old witch, I think you're tired of living.

  But it was this sentence that made me certain that this person was absolutely not Rong Hua, just from the look of confusion on his face.

  If it were in the past, two people who looked different would not have been connected at all, but because my own appearance has changed so much before and after, there is nothing impossible in this world anymore.

  Isn't it Ronghua? Ah, clearly it isn't Ronghua. How could I have been blinded to such an extent? Could it be because of excessive nostalgia?

  This time, the male god didn't dodge my poisonous hand, and I smeared powder all over his face.

  I said it before, apart from my old demon, how could anyone escape my demonic claws every time?

  "What poison did you give me?" The man with a nervous disease said, stretching out his hand to slap his face, but just as his hand was about to reach his face, he stopped.

  "It turned out to be just a common powder, I thought it was some kind of potent poison?"

  I don't need to see the look on his face to know I'm being despised.

  Wait, that's not the key point right now. The key point is, how did he know this was Wú Cháng Sàn? Wú Cháng Sàn is a poison I personally researched and developed, there's no second person in the world who has it. Moreover, people who have seen Wú Cháng Sàn can be counted on one hand.

  "Are you really not Ronghua?" I pressed down the turmoil in my heart and continued to ask.

  "What is glory after all?" The male god suddenly pulled out a porcelain bottle from somewhere, poured out a pill and swallowed it.

  Since there were still things to be investigated, I did not rush over to snatch his pill. Since there were still things to be investigated, I did not get angry, but instead maintained a calm and collected demeanor like him.

  "May I ask, sir, what is your honorable surname and given name?"

  "Why should I tell you?" The male god's brow twitched slightly as he countered.

  Okay, I'm not angry, not at all, keep inhaling, keep exhaling.

  "You followed me, isn't it for that glory? Could it be that I resemble that glory?" The male god's tone was unexpectedly calm after hitting a wall, and he asked with a hint of curiosity.

  Follow you? Follow your grandfather? Look alike? Like the heel of your mother's foot?

  I'll spit blood at you to death, just because of you, this goods, also worthy to be mentioned together with my old demon.

  "Why should I tell you?" Even if there were a thousand grass mud horses in his heart, he still had to put on an air of calmness like him.

  To know, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, isn't the biggest advantage of your aunt's body just her poisonous tongue? Who doesn't have that?

  Unintentionally catching a glimpse of the porcelain bottle in the man's hand, I changed color again.

  Just now his sleeve had blocked the porcelain bottle by half, and he hadn't seen clearly. Now that he saw it clearly, I was shocked, and my voice even trembled slightly: "Are you sure you're not really Rong Hua?"

  "What is glory after all?"

  The face of the male god finally no longer had a light and gentle expression, but instead had a hint of displeasure.

  The porcelain bottle in the hands of the male god is always carried by the old witch, and what's inside is precisely the Qingxin pill.