Becoming the richest man in the universe begins with cultivating immortals

In the early morning seven days later, Sang Qi's yard was knocked.

He opened the door, it was not from the Zhao family, but Xiaolan.

She was pale and crumbling, holding a bright red flower in her hand.

She pulled out a smile, "The Dodder Spirit Flower."

Sang Qi frowned and looked at her, limp like a weathered flower, "Do you know that as long as I don't want to dig my heart out, you will die."

"know."

"Why do you still do this?"

Xiaolan smiled, "I know I'm not good enough for you, I don't even dare to expect you to marry me, I just want to give you my best."

"Even if it's death?"

"Even if it's death!"

"why?"

"I just want to give you the best. For me, that's enough."

Satisfied?

Sang Qi asked, "Will you be unwilling?"

Xiaolan thought for a while, "Yes, but it doesn't matter, all of this is my own decision, you don't need to have a psychological burden."

Sang Qi had no psychological burden, because he was a liar from the beginning, he was not sick, and he didn't need the dodder flower, he just wanted to see if anyone was stupid enough to die for him.

Did Mo Zunyue think the same way, did he ascend without any burden in the face of his efforts?

She protected the common people in the world, but the common people did not include him.

Thinking of this, he felt more and more unwilling.

Miss Zhao came to greet Sang Qi in person today, and happened to see this scene.

Ms. Zhao glared angrily, "I didn't let my brother take you as a concubine, and you dared to touch my man if you didn't take pleasure in it."

Xiaolan looked timidly at Miss Zhao, who was dressed in fancy clothes, "You don't love him, and you don't even want to plant a dodder flower for him."

"It's ridiculous. I will find a famous doctor to treat him. I don't need the dodder spirit flower, but now..."

Miss Zhao sternly said, "Grab her and take the spirit flower from her hand, and the young master's illness will be cured naturally."

The servants stepped forward, grabbed Xiaolan's flowers, and pushed her to the ground.

Xiaolan had been digging her heart and soul for seven days, and she was already on the verge of collapse. When she was pushed like this, she fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Sang Qi looked at everything in front of him coldly.

The dodder spirit flower that belonged to Xiaolan was held in front of Sang Qi shyly by Ms. Zhao.

Sang Qi's gaze was always on Xiaolan's body, as deep as the bottom of a pond.

The fat aunt rushed over when she heard the voice, and seeing that Xiaolan was about to die, she burst into tears, "Sang Qi, I beg you, please save Xiaolan, only you can save her now."

Sang Qi was indifferent, their life and death had nothing to do with him.

It was probably due to cultivating demons, his heart was already as cold as a stone, and the only thing that could warm him up was Mo Zunyue.

He ignored the fat aunt's pleas and followed Miss Zhao.

"Sang Qi, you bastard, you don't count what you say, you have no heart, Xiaolan planted a dodder flower for you, but you want to marry someone else, you are so cruel to watch her die..."

The fat aunt scolded viciously, and then there was a wailing sound, probably Xiaolan died.

That night, the domineering Zhao Mansion was wiped out. There were hundreds of people in the mansion, and no one survived.

The black wind howled in midair, the devilish energy filled the air, and the blood was soaring to the sky.

When Mo Zunyue arrived, he saw Sang Qi's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was covered in magic patterns, absorbing the blood around him.

Her slender fingers tightly clutched the dodder flower in her hand, almost bleeding from pinching.

Mo Zunyue gritted her teeth, "Sang Qi! Is this what you mean by just being a mortal?"