Take your son to get married

Chapter 20 Disturbing the world 9
As soon as these words came out, Xuan Tianhao and Xuan Tianxiang, who were already almost in despair, were stunned for an instant as if they had encountered a raging fire in the ice and snow. Said: "Really, it can be saved."

"Okay, great."

Different language, same excitement.

Mo Qianchen glanced at Xuan Tianhao, but didn't speak for the first time, but just looked at him coldly.

"Junior Sister, tell me, tell me what you need, as long as you can cure my father, you will be a great hero of our human race, and my father will definitely thank you." Xuan Tianhao was extremely shrewd, seeing that Mo Qianchen did not speak. He just looked at him without making a move, and immediately understood the meaning of Mo Qianchen's silence.

Mo Qianchen twitched her lips in contempt when she heard the words. In her last life, she disdained the way of repaying favors like this. However, facing Xuan Tianhao now, why should she not want to be rewarded, why should she do white work? Not only does she need to be paid, but she also needs to be nice, the best.

"I don't have enough spiritual herbs."

"Okay, you can choose the spiritual herbs in the Tianmu Garden."

Tianmu Garden, the largest spiritual herb garden in the imperial palace, contains as many top-quality spiritual herbs, probably even the Ninth Peak can't match it.

"Junior Sister, please." Xuan Tianhao led the way.

Seeing this, Mo Qianchen was not polite and followed directly.

There is no shortage of masters in the mainland of Kyushu, what is lacking is things and people to save their lives, and no one has too many spiritual herbs that can not only improve their skills, but also heal diseases and bring them back to life.

The wind is blowing gently, and the spring is endless.

In Tianmu Garden, the grass is delicious and the flowers are colorful.

When Mo Qianchen stepped into the garden, he was immediately attracted by the many grades of spiritual herbs in the garden.

200 years, 300 years, 500 years, 700 years...

Spirit grass, all kinds of top grade spirit grass.

"It's so comfortable, you guys are awesome." Mo Qianchen sniffed the scent of spiritual grass in the air, and admired secretly.

"Hey, this person can actually communicate with us?" A 300-year-old third-grade Ganoderma lucidum ball closest to Mo Qianchen waved its leaves in surprise.

"Strange, isn't this guy a human?" A 400-year-old fourth grade black crane tree asked in a deep voice.

Mo Qianchen had been in a bad mood ever since he entered the palace, and was immediately amused by this sentence, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then smiled with his mind: "You are not human."

"Yeah, you can actually communicate with us..."

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen someone who can communicate with us..."

"Nonsense, I am a tree, of course I am not a person..."

After Mo Qianchen's words, the spiritual plants all over the garden immediately started shouting.

"Little girl, come here, come here." Amidst all the clamor, a voice that felt mature and solemn sounded in Mo Qianchen's mind.

As soon as these words came out, the crowd of grass immediately stopped.

Mo Qianchen looked in the direction of the voice, and immediately saw a huge Asura flower, almost the size of a washbasin, occupying the center of the Tianmu Garden, with seven colors blooming alternately.

"Suck..." Mo Qianchen suddenly gasped, the ninth-rank top-level spiritual grass that will soon be thousands of years old in 900 years, my God, this is the first time she has seen a ninth-rank spiritual herb.

Immediately, Mo Qianchen rushed over, Ninth Grade, the ultimate grade that has never been seen in the past and present, no one in the entire Kyushu continent has seen it.

Xuan Tianhao, who came in after Mo Qianchen, saw Mo Qianchen who had been indifferent all this time, as soon as he entered the garden, he rushed towards the best spiritual grass in the garden with a gentle smile on his face, and couldn't help standing still at the edge of the garden. He had never seen Mo Qianchen with such a charming smile.

He pounced in front of the ninth-grade Shura flower, and before Mo Qianchen had time to praise it, the Shura flower lifted a leaf and stretched it out in front of Mo Qianchen: "Bring it."

(End of this chapter)