Seeing that Chu Junmo was so resolute in giving up flame blood to treat terminal illnesses, the Mistress of the Medicine Palace sneered, "I didn't expect the dignified President Chu to be so sympathetic to Gu Qiqi, a little woman. In order not to hurt her blood, It doesn’t matter if you lose your life, you are truly great.”
It's a pity that the word great is full of strong irony.
As he spoke, his voice changed abruptly: "But it's a pity, even if you die, you can't save her. She is destined to be drained of blood."
Chu Junmo's heart was shocked, and he didn't understand what the Lord of the Medicine Palace meant: "I said that I don't want flame blood, and it doesn't matter if I die. No one in this world needs flame blood to save lives except me."
As soon as the words came out, he reacted belatedly.
That's right, there is another H-type heart disease patient in this world, who is the one who the Yao Gong Gong mainly uses the Heart Building Grass to save his life.
Sure enough, the palace master of the medicine palace said coldly: "Of course there is. It's just that her heart disease is not as serious as yours. Originally, only the heart-building grass can save the day and completely cure it. But now you don't want to make a deal. If you don't get the Heart-Building Grass, you can only use the flame blood first. It's better if you don't use Gu Qiqi's flame blood, then I'll keep her as my source of blood collection. Anyway, other witch doctor children, flame blood The blood is not as pure as hers, and the effect is so powerful."
Chu Junmo couldn't restrain his anger all of a sudden, he didn't even pretend to modify his tone, and roared: "How dare you!"
"What dare I dare not? Gu Qiqi's every move is under the control of Bengong. It's not easy to catch her."
Upon hearing such a powerful threat from the lord of the Yao Palace, Chu Junmo had to be cautious even if he did not accept such harsh conditions from foreigners.
It's always good to be on guard against foreigners
Chu Junmo was silent for a while, then suddenly said in a muffled voice: "I will give you one of my heart-building grasses, and you don't need to pay anything. As long as you promise not to hurt Qiqi, and swear that if you do, you will cut off your spiritual roots. Do you dare to destroy the cultivation of pharmacy?"
"She doesn't provoke me, so I naturally won't hurt her." The master of the Yao Palace finally let go after achieving her goal, but she was still in trouble Chu Junmo said one last thing: "One heart-building grass is not enough, give me everything you have." I."
Chu Junmo: "Then I will give you all."
Who said that only one heart-building grass is enough? He cultivated it suspiciously by himself.
"This is decent." The Mistress of the Medicine Palace was quite satisfied, "Then I will not move Gu Qiqi for the time being."
It wasn't until the Mistress of the Medicine Palace jumped down from the Empire State Building lightly and disappeared into the night that Chu Junmo really relaxed.
The back of his azure gown was soaked with sweat.
It is conceivable that the short conversation just now exhausted his energy, and it is also conceivable how weak his body is now.
So much so that the palace master of the medicine palace didn't bother to grab anything from him.
In any case, he finally tried his best to protect Qiqi once again, hoping that Qiqi's flame blood would not be known by more people.
Ink Garden. Villa 0.
Bailang and Wu Er came to find Gong Jue to study the clues of the case with the information.
Seeing the aprons and car floor mats scattered beside the sofa, both of them had weird eyes.
Wu Er was a little more reserved.
Bailang didn't want to hold back at all.
He pointed at Gong Jue, and immediately smiled a little silvery, swaying.