The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Uncle, I heard from Junior Sister Chuxin that Miss Nine pushed her into the swamp and almost killed her. Master Mo Shang said that the money to buy her life is not a small sum."

Xingliaomu's eyes darkened, and he stared at Jiuqi quietly.

Can't he notice how gloomy Jiuqi's eyes are at the moment? The vicious thoughts in the Mingxinyuan were still aimed at Sheng Chuxin. She really thought her life was too long.

"You should persuade Miss Ninth to stop showing any murderous looks, otherwise, there is no need to ask for the antidote."

It's not that you can't ask for it, but that you don't need to ask for it.

After all, Jiuqi now looks like she can't wait to kill Sheng Chuxin, as long as Master Mo Shang sees her, how can she survive?

Hearing this, the Patriarch Jiu's sharp gaze immediately turned to Jiu Qi, "You give the Patriarch a little peace of mind."

He scolded.

Jiu Qi gritted her teeth secretly, not daring to do it again.

The Ninth Patriarch took a deep breath and looked at Xing Liaomu again, "Liao Mu, in your opinion, how many things does the holy girl want before she is willing to bring out the antidote?"

At this point, he could only compromise.

"How can I know this, I can't be the master of this." Xing Liaomu curled his lips and replied.

ask him?

If it's less, you won't be beaten to pieces by Sheng Chuxin? If more...

There should be no time when there is a lot of money, no one would dislike a lot of money, only when there is little money.

"What should we do? You can't drag it like this?" The Ninth Patriarch gritted his teeth and looked at Xing Liaomu.

I can't see Sheng Chuxin again. If I see him, I can ask him clearly.

"Of course you can't delay like this. Uncle, Liao Mu thinks so. You see, Master Mo Shang even said that it is money to buy his life. Just imagine how much it would be worth if it were your life? Let's do it at this price Right." Xing Liaomu said.

Nine Patriarchs: "..."

He caught his breath in his throat and was almost killed by Xing Liaomu's words.

Take his life?

He wanted to say how could Sheng Chuxin be compared with him? Is he the Patriarch of the Nine Family?

But thinking about it is wrong, how can his life be measured by money, if he really paid a price, then all of his former enemies would want to buy his life with money?

"Liao Mu, you...how can you talk like that?"

"Uncle, don't be angry. I'm just making an analogy, and I can't take it seriously." Xing Liaomu said with a smile.

"Naturally, the matter of finding the antidote is not only about money, but also about sincerity, right?"

It's just this sincerity, he didn't see half of it from the three people in front of him.

Jiu Qi wished she could kill Sheng Chuxin, and Jiu Mo looked like she had nothing to do with her. As for the Patriarch Jiu, if it wasn't for her own benefit, she might have given up on her daughter who only knows to cause troubles all day long, right?

"You're right." The head of the Nine Patriarchs responded.

He felt that seeking the antidote was all about being sincere, so why use money to measure it?

Just about to say something more, but after hearing Xing Liaomu's next words, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Uncle thinks so too? That's good. Whether the Ninth Miss can find the antidote depends on your sincerity. After all, a life is not so easy to buy."

The head of the Ninth Patriarch's face turned red suddenly, and he opened his mouth, only to find that he had also lost his voice.

The inside and outside of the words are still silver, right? What sincerity, do you really think he can't hear it?

But why does he have the feeling that he would rather not hear it?