Zhang Shan didn't want to eat what Nan Yan gave him.
However, the antidote dissolved in his mouth, disappearing in a split second down his throat.
He wanted to vomit, but couldn't.
With the antidote, in less than three minutes, he felt the pain in his body fading away like the tide.
If it weren't for the vivid memories of the intense pain just now, he would even doubt if what happened was real.
After the poison subsided, he gritted his teeth and reset his dislocated wrist that Qin Lu had kicked back into place. With a wary look in his eyes, he asked softly, "Who are you exactly? What's your purpose?"
Nan Yan had no interest in answering his doubts, raising her foot and kicking the unconscious Li Si, indifferently saying, "Your lives, along with his, are now in my hands. If you don't want to endure the pain you just experienced, you better cooperate with my demands."