Just when Su Luo was heartbroken, the Lord of the Ninth Palace walked leisurely behind Su Luo.
A calm voice sounded behind Su Luo.
"You want to save him?" The voice of the Ninth Palace Master was mysterious, and in the quiet hall, there was a strange and strange feeling.
Su Luo suddenly turned around, grabbed the Ninth Palace Master's sleeve, and excitedly asked, "Can you save him?!"
The Ninth Palace Master looked at the girl crying like a cat in front of him, clasped his hands behind his back, raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, and raised his chin proudly: "Of course."
"Tell me quickly, how can we save him!" Su Luo was suddenly surprised and delighted when she heard that the Lord of the Ninth Palace had a way. Her eyes, which were red and swollen like walnuts, became bright and clear.
The Lord of the Ninth Floor Palace glanced at Su Luo, then slowly looked away, as if he had not yet made up his mind.
Su Luo was a smart person, so she understood it at a glance.
Her expression was eager and excited: "What do you want? As long as I can do it, I agree to everything!"
The Lord of the Ninth Palace obviously wanted to take advantage of the situation. How could Su Luo not see it?
Don't think that this Ninth Palace Master of the Black Soul is noble and compassionate. Since he could be bribed by the Seventh Young Master, he must be greedy for profit.
"Well..." The Lord of the Ninth Palace seemed to find it difficult to speak. He stroked his chin slowly and continued to keep the question in suspense.
"What do you want? Say it clearly!" Su Luo grabbed his sleeve and wanted to slap him.
In fact, Su Luo has always been calm and composed, and her words and actions are usually slow and measured. She has never been in such a hurry, but now it concerns Nangong Liuyun's life and death, and she can't help but be anxious.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun looked haggard, like an eighty-year-old man. His once handsome face was dotted with age spots. He was so thin that he was almost skin and bones. There was not a pound of flesh on his body. He was so light that it seemed like he would fall apart with a gust of wind.
The most serious thing was that he was breathing very weakly and intermittently, and he looked so straight that he looked like a dried-up mummy.
Su Luo only took one look and tears started streaming down her face.
"Tell me quickly, how can I cure him? I'm willing to pay any price!" Su Luo's voice was more firm than ever before.
The Ninth Floor Lord looked at Nangong Liuyun, who took a long time to catch his breath, and then looked at Su Luo, whose eyes were as red as walnuts from crying. Then he glanced at Su Luo slowly and said, "If you want to save him, you can sell your soul to me."
What? !
Before Su Luo could react, Zi Yan exploded.
"No! How can Luoluo live without a soul? You are the Lord of the Ninth Palace, and you are simply taking advantage of me!" Zi Yan clenched her fists and glared at the Lord of the Ninth Palace angrily.
Beichen Ying pulled Su Luo behind him, his angry eyes shooting at the Ninth Floor Master like a spit of fire: "No such conditions!"
Jiuchongdian sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, you two. Selling your soul doesn't mean you can't live anymore."
Beichen Ying's eyes were cold, and he asked with a stern face, "Speak clearly!"
The Ninth Floor Lord looked at Su Luo with a kind look and explained carefully, "Selling your soul to me doesn't mean you're separating your soul from your body. It's just that when I have a task to give you, you have to help me complete it. That's all."
"Is it that simple?" A cold light flashed in Su Luo's eyes.
"Well, it's that simple." The Lord of the Ninth Palace smiled, his attitude as kind as Maitreya Buddha.
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