Consequently, when they tried to get up, having squatted for far too long, they felt dizzy and lightheaded. Their legs turned to jelly, and they collapsed right into the filth they had produced. Then, rolling their eyes back, they passed out.
Naturally, this was Lin Xiaolong's doing. Having seen right through their true identities, how could he possibly have been kind enough to roast mutton for them? He had certainly doctored the meat he gave them. Lin Xiaolong's mastery of poison was already approaching Lan Xin'er's level. When he administered poison, it was colorless, odorless, and completely untraceable. Besides, he didn't intend to kill the two old fellows; he simply wanted to make them suffer, humiliate them publicly, and strip them entirely of their cultivation.
At that moment, Lin Xiaolong naturally didn't care what the two old codgers were up to. After all, whatever they were doing, they would be utterly miserable. Right now, with a faint smile, he was watching the shameless scoundrels on the scene echo Zhao Tian'ao, heaping extravagant praise and sucking up to him. One could say they were utterly shameless and disgusting to the extreme. They even had the nerve to shout that such a scoundrel deserved to be put to death by everyone. Well, if that was the case, why didn't they come and kill him instead of just standing there shouting empty slogans?
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