Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

"He has money, so it's easy to clean up the space and turn it into agricultural equipment!" Maura sounded like a country bumpkin.

"What I have is 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.

But, Maura was right, wealth made up for his age.

Ignoring the new church, if you have such a servant, there is always a chance 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.

His lover's unconscious groan made him decide to accept the reality and let her go.And he will go with her, not alone.

When it came to dealing with his mother's serious illness, his children behaved very rationally and calmly, which disappointed him.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 one 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.

Suddenly a female voice came 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 panic-stricken.

This calmness made Sang Yueyue look at him slightly, and her words were a little more sincere:
"I heard your prayer and I'm here to help you realize your wish."

ah?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, "to 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 have the loudest prayer voice. If you lower your voice, you won't be the one." Sang Yue ignored the speechless expression from Maura and said directly, "Let's make a deal. I will give you the elixir to save people, and you will be mine." Servant, how is it?"

The kind of selling your soul, signing a contract with your soul.

Mora is very good at this. She has helped evildoers and helped the black witch do many bad things.

Maura's 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 about it? Make a decision quickly, I have to find the next one."

She was almost exhausted, eager to refine medicine and energy, and embark on the path to immortality that belonged 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, "I have to confess something to you, that medicine No one has tried it 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 someone else. You have to find someone to try it before you know the effect, so why can't it be her?"

Just as he had 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 things that he and his lover don't need to take risks for.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 the medicine to his wife, and her condition improves slightly, the contract is 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.

He saw the old man staring at the bottle of potion floating in front of his eyes, with a complicated expression and hesitation.

Understanding his ambivalence, Sang Yue kindly explained:

"This medicine is very effective on small animals. Now we need to test it on humans. If I hadn't been in urgent need of servants, not to mention drinking it, you might not be so lucky even if you want to take a look."

After hearing her explanation, the old man moved slightly and asked:
"What's the side effect?"

"We haven't found it yet, but according to historical records, people will develop spots on their bodies after drinking it, including their faces." Due to various factors, there is no need to mention the effect of regenerating severed limbs, Sang Yue said, "Although I have improved it, I don't know how effective it is. "

Just waiting to find someone to test the medicine.

"But it doesn'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.

"Can I take it for testing?" The old man hesitated again and again, trying to ensure his lover's life. "I have my own research institute, and no outsiders will know about it. I just want to protect my wife, so that she can live without any worries and suffer less. …”

"I told you, you are the chosen one." Sang Yue said indifferently, indifferent to other people's love as husband and wife, "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 unbearable:
"What a pity."

The medicine obviously couldn't kill people, but she was so evil-minded to scare an old man to prevent medical trouble.

"Who is pitiful?" Sang Yue was speechless, "Me?"

In order to find someone to plant grass for her, she even gave away the medicine she made. She was so pitiful.

Mora: "..."

It's a pity that the future servants have 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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