Just when Su Luo was heartbroken, Shi Shiran, the master of the Nine Layers Palace, paced behind Su Luo.
A calm voice sounded behind Su Luo.
"You want to save him?" The voice of the nine-layer hall master was mysterious and unpredictable, and there was a strange feeling in the quiet hall.
Su Luo suddenly turned his head, grabbed the sleeve of the nine-layer hall master, and asked aloud excitedly, "Can you save him?!"
Palace Master Jiuzhong looked at the cat-like girl who was crying in front of him, folded her hands behind her back, raised her eyebrows slightly, and raised her chin proudly: "Of course."
"Tell me, how can I save him!" Hearing that the Nine-layer Hall Master had a solution, Su Luo was suddenly surprised, and her eyes that were red and swollen like walnuts were shining brightly.
The master of the Jiuzhong Palace glanced at Su Luo, and then slowly retracted his gaze, as if he hadn't made up his mind.
Su Luo is a smart person, so naturally he understands at a glance.
Her expression was eager and excited: "What do you want? As long as I can do it, I promise everything!"
The ninth-level hall master obviously wanted to take advantage, how could Su Luo not see it
Don't think how noble and merciful this black soul's ninth-level hall master is, he can be bought by Seventh Young Master, naturally it is of great interest.
"Well..." The Nine-layer Hall Master seemed to be a little hard to say. He slowly touched his chin and continued to sell Guanzi.
"What do you want? Say it clearly!" Su Luo grabbed his sleeve and wanted to slap him.
In fact, Su Luo's temperament has always been calm, and her words and deeds are usually slow. There has never been such a fiery moment, but now it is about Nangong Liuyun's life and death, she can't be restless.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun's face was haggard, like an 80-year-old old man. The originally beautiful face was full of age spots, and it was even skinny and skinny. There was no flesh on his body, and he seemed to fall apart when the wind blew. .
The most serious thing is that he was so angry, intermittently, that he looked straight at it, looking like a dried mummy.
Su Luo only glanced at it, and tears started to fall.
"Tell me, how can I cure him! No matter what the price is, I'm willing!" Su Luo's voice was firmer than ever before.
Palace Master Jiuzhong looked at Nangong Liuyun, who took a breath for a long time, and Su Luo, whose eyes were crying like walnuts, and then glanced at Su Luo slowly: "If you want to save him, you can sell your soul. To this hall master."
What? !
Before Su Luo could react, Zi Yan suddenly burst out.
"No! How do you call Luoluo to live without your soul? You are still the master of the nine-level palace, you are simply taking advantage of the fire!" Zi Yan clenched her fists and stared at the nine-level palace master angrily.
Bei Chenying pulled Su Luo behind him, and his angry eyes shot at the nine-layer hall master like fire: "This condition is not to be discussed!"
Jiuzhongdian sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, you two, it's not that you can't live if you sell your soul."
Bei Chenying's eyes were cold, and he asked with a stern face, "Speak clearly!"
Palace Master Jiuzhong looked at Su Luo angrily and explained carefully: "Selling your soul to this Palace Master is not to separate your soul from your body, it's just that when this Palace Master has a task to explain, you have to help to do it, only That's all."
"It's that simple?" Su Luo's eyes flashed coldly.
"Well, it's that simple." The nine-layer hall master smiled, with a kind attitude like Maitreya Buddha.