The melodious sound of the flute woke Zhuanyang from his coma.

He felt better and not as heavy as he had been the past few days.

"Those little bastards absorb life force... seem to be weak?"

Faintly, he saw the person sitting next to him. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the person: "Zhi Ming?"

Suddenly, a cold towel was slapped on his face, stimulating Zhuanyang to wake up immediately.

Seeing Peng Yu in phoenix robe, he was startled: "Why is it you again?"

"Who am I? Who is Zhi Ming? Do I know him?"

"No, it's nothing. I'm talking nonsense." Zhuan Yang was a little embarrassed and coughed lightly: "What time is it now?"

"You have been unconscious for two days." Peng Yu shook off his hand, prepared the syringe again, and injected a ball of white injection liquid as thick as a cloud into his arm.

This is Zhuan Yun’s antibody.

"Hiss—" Zhuan Yang grinned and sat up directly. The needle was inserted into his arm and shook several times.

"What are you doing!"

"What are you doing? Save you!"

Pulling out the needle, Peng Yu flicked it with Qiankun to block the injection wound and stop the bleeding.

Putting away the needle, Peng Yu took out a clay pot and a slender brush.

"Lie down and I'll help you apply the medicine."

"Wait...wait..." Zhuan Yang looked around: "I...my smallpox has passed?"

"Not yet. I am undergoing treatment. Thank you for being a great and wise man! From now on, you can call me dad sincerely. I saved your life. Remember, the grace of saving your life!"

As he spoke, he dipped the brush in the clay pot. The golden light lingered on the tip of the brush and touched an acne scab on the back of Zhuanyang's hand.

The golden light disappears into the acne scab, the poisonous air becomes thinner and thinner, the acne scab gradually becomes smaller, and finally only a little red spot remains.

"Huh? What kind of medicine is this? Is it so magical?"

"Huh, keep it secret."

Peng Yu's heart bleeds when he sees this medicine. This is all a result of his own cultivation!

He simulated and copied King Gao Yang's antibodies in his own body. But there were too many antibodies needed to save people. He chose a two-pronged approach, using his own and Zhuan Yun's antibodies at the same time.

Zhuan Yun’s antibody was injected to stimulate Zhuan Yang’s body to awaken his own antibodies and at the same time suppress the spread of the pox virus.

Peng Yu applied his "King of Gaoyang·2:0 Edition" antibody externally to remove smallpox from Zhuanyang's body.

After two days of tossing, Zhuanyang barely escaped from the dangerous period.

The application of the medicine on the brush made it itchy, and Zhuanyang couldn't help but move around, and even wanted to scratch it.

"Don't move around, it will be bad if you get scars."

Zhuan Yang tensed up his nerves and watched Peng Yu immerse himself in applying the medicine for himself.

"By the way, is it just you these two days?"

The tip of the pen paused, and Peng Yu asked mockingly: "Who else do you expect? Is it possible that you want to cry to find your mother? Or is it the person named 'Zhi Ming'?"

"No, I feel like my brother is here..."

Finally, the voice became quieter and quieter.

Zhuan Yang suddenly remembered that Kun Hao was not at odds with his eldest brother.

Peng Yu paused and pretended not to know: "Your brother? Zhuan Lei?"

"It's my eldest brother. I think I heard him playing the flute...wait, no, no, don't do it."

Seeing Peng Yu's downward movement, Zhuan Yang was so frightened that he stopped him repeatedly.

"But... I'll do it myself." Zhuan Yang quickly grabbed the pottery pot and writing brush and carefully applied the medicine on himself.

After smearing his stomach, he looked at Peng Yu frequently.

"Um...can you go out first?"

"Cut the bean sprouts." Peng Yu sneered, turned and walked to the door.

Zhuan Yun sat in the courtyard and looked at the bill.

With twinkling eyes, Peng Yu closed the door and used Qiankun's immortal energy to create a space barrier to seal Zhuan Yang's exit.

"The flute sounded good just now."

"He's awake?"

"snort."

Peng Yu sat next to him: "Have you thought about it? How do you pay?"

Zhuan Yun shook the bill: "Your Highness, your calculation is a bit too dark, isn't it?"

"Is it black? I don't think so."

"Your blood replenishing nutrition fee is one million gold, and the antibody separation fee is three hundred thousand gold. Multiply it by three. Why multiply it by three? The separation of your and my antibodies, even if the cost is calculated separately, is double, right? Also, the separation of antibodies is different.

Why is technology so expensive?”

"Because this is the only inheritance of Qiankun. If you look for someone else, who can help you separate? Unique technology, 300,000 gold per person, very cheap. Look, this is calculated on a per-capita basis. Gu, you, and your spiritual heart

That drop of blood, three heads, so the separation cost is 900,000. This is the price after a 10% discount."

"The soul is just a drop of blood, how dare you ask for the same price?"

"You should think so. The blood from Lingxin costs 300,000 yuan, but you and I have drawn so much blood, and I didn't pay more. The price is still only based on one person. Is there a kind-hearted doctor like Gu in the world?"

"So, what about these utensils? How come the unit price is so much gold? That pottery pot of yours is ordinary clay pottery, and it's only worth a few copper coins in the lower realm."

"Because it is attached to the Qiankun Yiqi, and it is processed and made by the solitary person. The crafting fee is settled at one hundred gold, which is very cheap. Besides, with our status, don't you think we will lose points if we settle with silver and copper?"

"..." Zhuan Yun looked at the bill.

In addition to the cost of antibody isolation, utensils and tools, there are also nursing fees and maintenance fees. Even the next few bills were settled separately by myself and my brother.

When Kun Hao draws his own blood, the blood drawing fee is calculated. There is even a maintenance fee for the dagger.

In this regard, Peng Yu spoke eloquently.

"Of course. Using a dagger to cut your body to draw blood will cause wear and tear on the dagger. This is not a one-time thing, and it must cost money. Moreover, there are also cleaning costs for the dagger."

Your Kaiyang dagger is a top-grade magic weapon, how can it be easily worn out? Besides, the dagger body is so smooth that no blood will stick to it.

There are also pills that Zhuan Yun takes to heal his injuries and replenish his blood, which are ten times more expensive than outside.

To help Zhuan Yang cure his illness, the number of teleportations were calculated together, and the price was listed at three thousand gold for each move.

Zhuan Yun calculated his brother's bills and directly owed Kun Hao more than 10 million in gold.

Peng Yu also said generously: "For the sake of you two brothers, I will erase the remaining fractions and settle the settlement directly at 10 million gold. Of course, it can be calculated individually. Zhuanyang 3 million, you 7 million

.”

hehe……

Zhuan Yun was too lazy to pay attention to him and just threw him a crystal card and a treasure map.

"These two things will be considered as compensation for our brothers. Don't touch Zhuanyang's one million gold gambling account."

Peng Yu picked up the crystal card curiously: "How much does it cost here?"

"Three million."

"Oh, just three million?" Peng Yu said with disgust on his face: "You look like a dog, and you are the eldest son of Marquis Yunyang. Why are you so poor?"

"So, how much money do you have on hand, Your Highness?"

"..."

Peng Yu was silent.

His money was directly controlled by his parents on the grounds that "children should not spend money carelessly". All he could use was his annual salary plus Taiweijie's support.

"What is this treasure map? Can it be worth four million days of gold?"

"It's not a good thing. According to legend, there is a treasure in the treasure house that was lost by the Qiankun Sect in ancient times."

Um?

Peng Yu cheered up?

"What treasure? Tell me about it?"

"I don't know, I just know that this is a treasure house left by a saint."

"Okay, let's keep the debt for the time being. If we find the treasure of the universe, I will erase the debt. If not, I will come back to you." Putting away the crystal card and treasure map, Peng Yu stood up and looked at where he was sitting lazily.

of Zhuan Yun.

In the past two days, Zhuan Yun had drawn a huge amount of blood, and his face was like gold paper, and he was very haggard.

"Next, we should talk about what to do with you."

"What? Your Highness wants to kill me here?"

Zhuan Yun glanced at the door behind him: "Are you sure you want to do it here?"

"What do you think?" Peng Yu smiled and urged Qiankun Yiqi, putting his palm against his throat and holding it slowly.

The throat area was very fragile, as if any more force could kill him. This feeling of controlling life made Peng Yu feel happy.

"Suddenly a good idea occurred to me. Just now he asked me where the special medicine that saved him came from. I can just refute that you gave it to me. Because you broke into the underground palace privately and caused him to be cursed. So you feel guilty and use all your strength to

The blood brought him back. One life for another, so that Gu can take himself out. And you..."
Chapter completed!