Just when Su Luo was heartbroken, the Nine-Level Palace Master walked behind Su Luo.

A calm voice rang behind Su Luo.

"Do you want to save him?" The voice of the Nine-Level Palace Master was mysterious, and there was a strange feeling in the quiet hall.

Su Luo suddenly turned around, grabbed the sleeve of the Nine-Level Palace Master, and asked excitedly: "Can you save him?!"

The Lord of the Nine-Level Palace looked at the girl who was crying like a cat, and put her hands behind her back, raised her eyebrows slightly, and raised her jaw proudly: "Of course."

"Tell me quickly, how can I save him!" Listening to the Nine-Level Palace Master, Su Luo was surprised and his eyes were as bright as walnuts.

The Lord of the Nine-Level Palace glanced at Su Luo and slowly withdrew his gaze, as if he hadn't made up his mind yet.

Su Luo is a smart person, so he can understand it at first glance.

Her expression was anxious and excited: "What do you want? As long as I can do, I agree to everything!"

The Lord of the Nine-Level Palace obviously wants to get benefits, so how could Su Luo not see it?

Don’t think that this black soul’s Nine-level Palace Master is so noble and compassionate. He can be bought by the Seventh Prince, so he is naturally profitable.

"Well..." The Lord of the Nine-Level Palace seemed a little difficult to speak. He slowly touched his chin and continued to keep insincere.

"What do you want? Say it clearly!" Su Luo grabbed his sleeve and wanted to slap him.

In fact, Su Luo has always been calm and has slow words and deeds in her daily life. She has never been so anxious. But now it is related to Nangong Liuyun's life and death, so she cannot be uneasy.

At this time, Nangong Liuyun's face was withered, like an 80-year-old man. His originally handsome face was covered with age spots, and he was even thin and almost skinny. He had no flesh on his body, and it seemed that he would fall apart when the wind blew.

The worst thing is that he was so angry that he looked intermittently and straight, looking like a dry mummy.

Su Luo only glanced at him and tears fell down.

"Tell me quickly, how can I cure him! No matter what the price, I am willing!" Su Luo's voice was unprecedentedly firm.

The Lord of the Nine-Level Palace looked at Nangong Liuyun who had been taking a breath for a long time, and then looked at Su Luo who was crying like walnuts. Then he glanced at Su Luo slowly: "It's okay to save him, sell your soul to the Lord of the Palace."

What?!

Before Su Luo could react, Zi Yan suddenly burst out.

"No! How can you live without soul? You are still the Lord of the Nine Level Palace, you are just taking advantage of the situation to rob!" Zi Yan clenched her fists on her side and stared at the Lord of the Nine Level Palace in anger.

Bei Chenying pulled Su Luo behind him, and his angry eyes shot at the Nine-Level Palace Master like a fire: "This condition is not discussed!"

The Nine-Level Palace sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, you two, you two, it's not that you can't live after selling your soul."

Beichenying's eyes were cold and she asked with a stern face: "Tell me clearly!"

The Lord of the Nine-Level Palace looked at Su Luo angrily and explained carefully: "Selling the soul to this Lord is not to separate your soul from your body, but it is just that when the Lord of the Palace has a task, you have to help do it, that's all."

"It's that simple?" A cold light flashed in Su Luo's eyes.
Chapter completed!