The world's most favored alchemist

Chapter 120

"Save people first."

The undeniable voice, coupled with the man's ice sculptured face as cold as frost, exudes a murderous aura all over his body, almost no one dares to speak out, but there are exceptions.
"Give money with one hand and save people with the other. No credit is accepted. If you don't have any money, please go out and turn left for twenty miles. There is a coffin shop over there."

Lie

Waves of air-conditioning pervaded the entire room, and the temperature changed from a mild autumn to a severe winter, and the atmosphere became stagnant and stiff for a moment.
This time even Qing'er, who had just rushed over after the last step, couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, the young lady's courage is really extraordinary,

If it were her, facing this group of bloody and murderous vicious men, let alone bargaining, I am afraid that she would not even have the courage to face it squarely.

"What if you can't be healed?"

Luoxi heard the man's gnashing of teeth forbearance in his ears, hooked his lips indifferently, and his eyes coldly swept across the man in the man's arms whose face was half covered by his hair,
"Of course you are preparing for the funeral?"

Luoxi glanced at the man with an idiot look on his face, his eyes were full of contempt that he didn't even understand. The anger that the man had finally suppressed was on the verge of breaking out, and his blood-red eyes stared coldly at Luo like a bloodthirsty beast. stream, and the veins on the forehead burst out,
There was a clatter, the sound of weapons being unsheathed was clear and uniform, and the cold sword energy of the swords in the hands of the men in black pointed at Luoxi, and the cold flames danced in their cold eyes.
Surrounded by sword energy, Luoxi's several big and important points were all exposed to the cold sword light. Qing'er was so frightened that she staggered on her feet, her little face was pale, if she hadn't leaned against the table behind her, she almost fell
Luoxi calmly swept a few sharp swords beside him emitting a cold light under the candlelight, hooked his lips, and suddenly a smile as bright as fireworks bloomed on the corner of his lips, his eyes were indifferent and pure,

"You still have a stick of incense, you can choose slowly."

After all, his eyes swept over the man in black who had fallen into a severe coma intentionally or unintentionally, and walked lightly to a chair, patted the dust on it, sat down leisurely, looked at Ning Li with a light smile. Those who don't move are like a few people who are frozen.

"Deal, as you wish, if you can't treat him well, then I will definitely let your entire hospital be buried with him."

The man in black finished speaking coldly, and pressed the sword in his hand on the table with a bang, causing a crack on the table. When he looked intently, the sword was deeply embedded in the table.

"This sword cuts iron like mud, breaks gold and silver, and is unstoppable. It is hard to find in the world, and it is hard to buy a sword. Now it is mortgaged to you first, and it will be redeemed in the future."

"it is good."

This time Luoxi replied very simply, she didn't even glance at the iron-cut sword embedded in the table, because although this sword is good, it is nothing more than a sword to her.

Qing'er didn't regain a little sanity until now, her eyes glanced at the cold sword exuding in amazement, and the little hand under the sleeve gently pulled the corner of La Luoxi's clothes, her eyes were full of worry,
These people are really vicious and domineering.

Luoxi gave Qing'er a comforting look, pointed to a soft couch by the wall behind the screen with her slender fingers, and said in a cold voice,
"Put him there and you all back out."

"No."

It's a joke, if they want to hand over their master to a mysterious stranger who doesn't know the details, it's better to cut off their heads.

(End of this chapter)