"He has money, so it's easy to clean up the space and turn it into agricultural equipment!" Maura sounded like a country bumpkin.
"My herbs are spiritual grass and spiritual rice. This is the only batch. It has no other place to come from." She understood the truth, but she still had concerns. "The equipment has no autonomous consciousness. What should I do if my seeds are damaged?" ?”
No matter what the punishment is, it will be an irreparable loss for her.
If she makes a mistake, she will regret it for the rest of her life.
If it is artificially planted, if outsiders dare to have any thoughts about the seeds, she, as the master of the space, will immediately notice and take countermeasures. Machinery is a dead thing. If the seeds are damaged due to incorrect operation, she cannot save it in time.
Although she also uses agricultural equipment to plant, those are ordinary agricultural plants, while hers are spiritual plants.
However, Maura was right, wealth made up for his lack of age.
Ignoring the new church, if you have such a servant, there is always a chance that it will come in handy. With an idea in mind, Sang Yue's eyes returned to the light screen, and she looked at the old man holding his wife's hand with a calm face, feeling calm.
The unconscious moan of pain from his lover made him decide to accept the reality and let her go. And he will go with her, not alone.
When it comes to treating their mother's serious illness, his children behave very rationally and calmly, which makes him very disappointed. Fortunately, he had written a will early in the morning to donate all his wealth, including his wife's favorite castle in front of him.
"Lucas."
Foreigners' names are too long. Find a shorter name next time. No, next time find an indigenous person. Compatriots can communicate easily and good medicine will benefit the people. Sang Yue used her mind to instruct Maura, calling softly and observing the reaction of the person in the light screen.
Leng Buding heard a female voice from mid-air, startling the other party and jumping up from the chair in front of the bed.
“Who?” The old man looked surprised, but not panicked.
This calmness made Sang Yueyue look at him slightly higher, and his words were more sincere:
"I heard your prayer and I'm here to help you realize your wish."
Huh? The old man fell into silence. Based on his intuition and experience, this tone did not sound like a serious bishop. It may be that some church believers learned about his affairs and were trying to defraud him of his wealth.
The sadness in his eyes was hidden, and the old man asked calmly:
"Then what do you want?"
"I want you," Sang Yue said calmly. Said slowly, "Be my servant."
Slaves don't sound good. Servants can be fired at any time, and the other party can also terminate the contract and leave under certain conditions. Fair dealing, not oppression.
“Why choose me?” The old man wondered.
"You pray the loudest, if you lower your voice, you won't be you." Sang Yue ignored the speechless expression from Maura and said directly, "Let's make a deal, I'll give you the elixir to save your life." Man, how about you become my servant?”
The kind of person who sells his soul and signs a contract with his soul.
Moura is very good at this. She has helped evildoers do evil and helped the black witch do many bad things.
Mora said with a ruthless face: "..."
Don't blame it for this. Its involuntary elf cannot stop any decision of its master.
"I wonder who you are?" The old man couldn't hear any malice in her voice. His nervousness eased a little and he slowly sat back in his chair.
"You will know after the contract." She will not reveal any information before she is sure of the other party's wishes. "How? Make a decision quickly, I have to find the next one."
She is almost exhausted and desperately wants to refine medicine and Qi, and embark on a path to immortality that belongs only to her.
"I can't help you with things like endangering other people's lives or endangering national security." The old man declared in advance.
"What a coincidence, I don't have that ambition." After saying that, Sang Yue threw the A4 paper of the contract that she had prepared before into the light screen, and it appeared directly in front of the old man's eyes and floated down, "There is something I have to do To be honest with you, no one has tried the medicine yet..." "You asked my wife to try the medicine?" The old man was furious.
"What else?" Sang Yue didn't take his anger to heart and said calmly, "If it's not her, there will be others. You have to find someone to try it before you know the effect. Then Why can't it be her? "
As he just wondered, why choose him.
So, why can't it be him? In her eyes, he and his lover are ordinary people in urgent need of help.
The old man was so angry that he could only be angry for a moment. The woman's cold voice made him calm down quickly and said in a deep voice:
"I can help you find someone else to try the medicine."
He has money, and there are some things that he and his lover do not need to take risks. . There are too many poor people in this world, and there are always some who are in urgent need of financial help.
"There is no difference between you and them." Sang Yue was unmoved and threw out a small bottle of Yinghong potion, "Choose, save or not, give me the answer immediately."
Before taking the medicine, sign the contract.
If he gives his wife the medicine and her condition improves slightly, the contract will be concluded and returned to her. If the patient unfortunately dies or turns into a monster, the contract paper disappears and ceases to exist. Of course, she takes action against the monster.
Seeing the old man staring at the bottle of potion floating in front of his eyes, his expression was complicated and hesitant.
Understanding his ambivalence, Sang Yue explained kindly:
"This medicine is quite effective on small animals. Now it is time to test it on humans. If I am not in urgent need of a servant, why don't I give it to you?" Speaking of drinking, you may not be so lucky even if you want to take a look.”
After hearing her explanation, the old man moved slightly and asked:
"What are the side effects?"
"We haven't found it yet, but according to historical records, people will develop spots on their bodies after drinking it. Including the face. "Based on various factors, there is no need to mention the efficacy of amputated limb regeneration," Sang Yue said, "Although I have improved it, I don't know how effective it is."
I just need to find someone to try the medicine.
"But I don't rule out that there is something wrong with my improvement, which will cause her to be unable to be saved." Tell the worst consequence to save the old man from medical trouble in the future.
She is not a black witch, has no violent tendencies, and does not want to take people's lives easily.
"I, can you take it for testing?" The old man hesitated again and again, trying to ensure the life of his lover, "I have my own research institute, no outsiders will know about it. I just want to protect my wife and keep her alive. Wuyou will suffer less..."
"I said, you are the chosen one." Sang Yue said indifferently, "You can give up this opportunity."
Hearing her impatience, the old man's body trembled slightly, and his psychological struggle became more intense.
When the contract paper suddenly floated up, he reached out and grabbed the contract tightly in his hand. I know I can't delay any longer, and I don't care whether the other party is a god or a devil. As long as I can save her, as long as I can make her suffer less...
Thinking of this, he quickly took out a pen and wrote his name on the contract decisively. But when she picked up the bottle of potion, her hands could not help but tremble, which made Maura couldn't bear it:
"How pitiful."
The potion obviously couldn't kill anyone, but she But in order to prevent medical trouble from scaring an old man, he was too evil-minded.
"Who is pitiful?" Sang Yue was speechless, "Me?"
In order to find someone to plant grass for her, she did not hesitate to give away the medicine she made. She is really pitiful.
Maura: "..."
What a pity, the future servants will follow a mentally ill master. Ah, speaking of it this way, it seems to be the most pitiful thing. Servants can be dismissed, but slaves who cannot escape their fate are the only ones!
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