Mu Jieyu was inexplicably irritated by his attitude and wanted to shout angrily, but after he figured out what was going on, he only felt a touch of pity in his heart.
Maybe beautiful things can always make people care more. Mu Jieyu comforted himself in his heart.
He glared at Xuanyuan Zhirong fiercely, turned around and walked towards the inner room to lift the curtain.
Xuanyuan Zhirong's eyes fell on the swaying bead curtain, and a faint smile suddenly flashed across it.
When Mu Jieyu came out, he was holding two exquisite jade gourds in his hands. The jade was as translucent as water and as white as fat. At a glance, he knew that it was a rare and good thing in the world.
"Here are you, one pill every ten days." Mu Jieyu handed two jade gourds to Xuanyuan Zhirong.
Xuanyuan Zhirong's eyes moved back from the pot of ink orchid on the window sill, he reached out to take it unceremoniously, and opened the mouth of a gourd. A fragrance that made people feel energetic instantly spread from the mouth of the bottle.
It was still filled with purple light, so Xuanyuan Zhirong immediately blocked the jade gourd.
"Ziyun Jingyuan Pill?" Xuanyuan Zhirong's calm eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and joy. He pinched the two gourds in his hands and looked at Mu Jieyu with unclear meaning, "Such a precious thing,
Just give it to me like this?"
The Nine-turn Purple Gold Pill is said to be able to bring the dead back to life. As long as there is still one breath, there is no reason to be saved. However, the equally famous Ziyun Jingyuan Pill is said to be able to cleanse the muscles and marrow, change a person's physique, remove stains and retain essence,
Maintaining a person's body to its most perfect state.
This kind of thing is priceless and rare in the world. One pill is already extremely precious, let alone two bottles, at least twenty pills. How many precious or extinct medicinal materials are contained in it, and how much effort and sweat has been poured into it by a profound doctor.
It goes without saying.
In fact, Mu Jieyu himself didn't know why he had a sudden headache just now and gave away most of his treasure to this person who made him hate and fear him. Now that he was awake, although he was upset, he had no regrets.
Facing Xuanyuan Zhirong's unpredictable gaze, I felt a little irritated.
"If you don't want it, give it back to me." He said, reaching out to grab it.
Xuanyuan Zhirong moved his hand to avoid Mu Jieyu: "There is no way to get back what you sent out."
Mu Jieyu didn't really want to rob him, so he stopped pestering him and said seriously: "I don't know how your health is. If you are willing to let me know that day, you can come to your home for medical treatment. As long as I accept it
I will try my best to make the patient recover."
Mu Jieyu's words made Xuanyuan Zhirong silent for a while. His unfathomable black eyes looked at the moonlight outside the window. The hands behind his back tightly squeezed two jade gourds to warm the cold jade. After a long time, he lowered his head.
He asked in a voice: "Why is that so? You shouldn't hate me and be afraid of me?"
Mu Jieyu was asked what was on his mind, his eyes flashed, and he said: "The disaster will last for thousands of years. If you cause trouble for thousands of years, God will not accept it."
Xuanyuan Zhirong did not expose Mu Jieyu's duplicity. A gentle smile dyed his bright eyes like dark jade. For the first time, his charming voice contained intentional tenderness: "The Nangong family has made you suffer today."
Your grievances will be felt a hundred times in the future. My father will not let anyone touch the Nangong family now. In contrast, you can only avoid its sharp edges for the time being."
"Why?" Mu Jieyu asked immediately after hearing this.
She never thought that Xuanyuan Zhirong would have a reason to stop her.