Just when Su Luo was broken-hearted and inconsolable, the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls strolled to Su Luoâs back in a rightfully so manner.
His steady voice sounded from behind Su Luo.
âYou want to save him?â The master of the Nine Different Palace Hallsâs tone was enigmatic, in this quiet hall, it carried a touch of strangeness and different feeling.
Su Luoâs head suddenly turned around, with one reach, she grabbed the master of the Nine Different Palace Hallsâs sleeve. She asked in a loud and excited tone: âYou can save him?!â
The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls looked at the girl in front of his eyes that cried looking like a cat. With both hands behind his back, a sharp eyebrow raised up slightly and he proudly tossed his chin up: âThatâs only natural.â
âQuickly tell me what to do to save him!â Hearing that the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls had a way, Su Luo was immediately pleasantly surprised. At the same time, her pair of red and swollen walnut-like eyes were vastly brighter.
The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls cast Su Luo a glance, then unhurriedly withdrew his gaze. As if he hadnât decided yet.
Su Luo was a smart person, naturally, she understood with one glance.
Her expression was eager and excited: âWhat do you want? As long as I can do it, I will agree to it all!â
The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls clearly wanted to get some benefit, how could Su Luo not see through it?
Donât assume that this black soul master of the Nine Different Palace Halls would be very noble and merciful. If he could be bribed by Seventh Young Master, naturally, he valued money highly.
âThis ah....â The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls seemed to be too embarrassed to mention it. He unhurriedly stroked his chin, continuing to sell the climax.
âIn the end, what do you want? Say it out loud, plainly and clearly!â Su Luo, with one hand, pulled him to a stop by the sleeves, wishing to slap him.
In fact, Su Luoâs temperament had always been calm and collected. Normally, her words, actions and manner were also composed. She had never been this urgent nor set on fire as this moment. But now, it concerned Nangong Liuyunâs life or death, it was impossible for her not to be impatient.
Right now, Nangong Liuyunâs appearance was withered, looking like an eighty-year-old man. His originally incomparably handsome complexion was full of spots of old age. He had become so skinny as to be nothing but skin and bones. From head to toe, he didnât even have fifty grams worth of meat, so light that he would fall apart from one blow of the wind.
The most serious was that his breathing was only a gossamer, intermittent, just like that, sticking out for all to see, like a mummy dried by the wind.
Su Luo only had to look at him and tears would fall down with âswishâ sound.
âQuickly tell me, what must I do to cure him! No matter what the price, I am willing!â Su Luoâs voice was unprecedentedly firm.
The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls watched for quite a while before Nangong Liuyun took a breath, then looked at Su Luo who had cried until her eyes were walnut-shaped. Only then did he cast Su Luo a glance: âWant to save him is fine, sell your soul to this palace hallsâ master.â
What?!
Before Su Luo could react, Zi Yan immediately burst out.
âOut of the question! Without a soul, how could Luo Luo live? You, this kind of person, can still be considered the master of Nine Different Palace Halls. You are simply profiting from someone elseâs misfortunes!â The fists at Zi Yanâs side clenched tightly. She panted in rage, glaring at the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls.
Beichen Ying pulled Su Luo behind him, his wrathful gaze was like flames, shooting towards the master of the Nine Different Palace Halls: âThis condition doesnât even need to be discussed!â
The palace hallsâ master sighed helplessly: â You two, donât be so anxious ah, this selling the soul isnât like you canât live afterwards.â
Beichen Yingâs eyes were ice-cold, with a stiff face, he asked: âSay it clearly!â
The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls good-naturally looked at Su Luo and carefully explained: âSelling your soul to this master of the palace halls, itâs not like Iâm asking you to separate your soul from the physical body. Itâs merely that when this master of the palace halls has missions to hand over, you must help and go do it, and thatâs all.â
âJust this simple?â A cold light flashed through Su Luoâs eyes.
âYes, just this simple.â The master of the Nine Different Palace Halls was all smiles, his manner was good-natured like the Laughing Buddha.