Yan Murong searched through all the words that came to mind and found that he could only be described with three words: artistic sense.
Long hair, white face, red eyes - if you hadn't known that he was seriously ill, you would have thought he was playing sex. With this image, you can play the role of a vampire without makeup.
"Artistic, hehe," Kronos laughed strangely, as if he was very satisfied with Yan Murong's description of him.
After laughing for a while, he started coughing again and again, and his face became even paler. Looking at his posture, he almost coughed up his lungs.
"Doctor Yan, can you treat me now?" After coughing for a while, Cronus stretched out his hand and looked at Yan Murong and said, "I heard that your medical skills are very powerful. I hope you can cure me." disease,"
"I'm not a god." Yan Murong shook his head and put his hand on Cronus' pulse. "Whether it can be cured depends on what kind of disease you have."
"Well," just as he was saying this, Yan Murong's expression changed and he muttered in a low voice, "Xuanyin Vein, how could it be Xuanyin Vein?"
"Is this disease called Xuanyin Meridian?" Cronus said, "The name is quite nice."
"It's not just a nice name, it's also fatal." Yan Murong let go of his hand and asked with a frown, "I want to know when you got this disease."
"When I was very young," Cronus said, "Unfortunately, it couldn't kill me yet, it just tortured me into this state."
"Impossible," Yan Murong frowned even more tightly, looked at Cronus coldly, and asked in a deep voice, "What is your Chinese name?"
"Chinese name," Cronus said with a thoughtful expression on his face. He thought for a long time and said, "It's been too long and I can't remember it. The name is just a code name."
"Okay," Yan Murong nodded, stood up, and said, "I can tell you responsibly that I can't cure this disease."
"Is it true that it can't be cured?" Cronus said with a smile without any disappointment on his face, "But, I heard that only you can cure this disease, because ----- you have "Qing Sang" through","
"Who are you?" Yan Murong looked stern, and his spirit instantly became tense.
"Don't be nervous," Cronus still smiled, "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I want you to cure my disease - or I can pay to buy your "Qing Sang Jing" ",how,"
"No," Yan Murong refused without even thinking. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.
"Dr. Yan, if you refuse so quickly, don't you want to hear my price?" Kronos said unhurriedly, "I heard that your "Qing Sang Jing" sold for a few days. I paid a sky-high price of 300 million U.S. dollars. I thought, if you are willing to sell, I might offer a higher price. Why don’t you consider it?”
"No need to think about it," Yan Murong turned around, the coldness on his face collapsed instantly, and said with a smile, "You can tell me the price. If I am satisfied, the "Green Bag Sutra" will be yours."
Yan Murong's change was so fast that Kronos was in a daze for a moment. He was about to leave just now, but now he changed his mind as soon as he heard the money, which made him very uncomfortable with this situation.
"Haha, it seems that money is really a good thing," Kronos said with a smile, "Well, now that we have reached a deal, then I will give you a satisfactory figure-----five hundred million US dollars, how about,"
"I'd better go," Yan Murong turned around again.
"How about eight hundred million,"
"Too little,"
"One billion,"
"Deal," Yan Murong turned around, walked to Cronus, took his hand and shook it vigorously, "The boss is so open-minded, he agreed to a billion dollars."
"It seems that our transaction was successful," Kronos calmly withdrew his hand and said, "If possible, can I take a look at what I bought now?"
"Of course," Yan Murong smiled happily, fumbled in his arms for a while, then took out the "Green Bag Sutra" and threw it on the sofa like trash, and said, "This thing belongs to you now--- --By the way, where's my money?"
"It's under the fruit plate on the coffee table," Cronus raised his head and motioned for him to get it himself.
Opening the fruit plate, there was indeed a check underneath, and the number on it happened to be one billion.
"It seems that you have made up your mind a long time ago," he shook the check in his hand and said with a smile, "If I had ordered more just now, wouldn't you have stopped buying it?"
"No," Cronus shook his head, "The price I can afford is three billion. If you offer this price, I will give it to you, too."
"Damn, can I regret it now?" Yan Murong scratched his hair with an annoyed look on his face. He would have just ordered more from this guy.
"Obviously not," Kronos said with a smile, "Now, can Dr. Yan treat me?"
"No," Yan Murong shook his head, "I said, I can't cure this disease."
"That's such a pity," Cronus shook his head with regret, "If it doesn't work, then please go back. Maybe, I will find a cure for my disease in the "Qing Sang Sutra"."
This is to drive people away.
Seeing that Cronus had closed his eyes, Yan Murong secretly despised him, grabbed the check and stuffed it into his pocket, turned around and walked out of the door.
After leaving the door, Yan Murong searched for a long time but did not see the shadow of the crazy woman. After sighing that this woman was so stingy and ignoring her, he walked towards the gate of the villa.
Now, Yan Murong's head is filled with the shadow of Cronus. Of course, he is not as good as Long Yang, but he is very curious about Cronus' identity.
He knew his whereabouts, and found someone to "invite" him, and he also knew that he had the "Qing Nang Sutra" - and more importantly, he was from China.
I was thinking without a clue as I walked, and gradually I arrived at the gate of Phoenix Villa.
After standing at the door and waiting for a long time, Yan Murong was extremely depressed. There was not even a taxi in this place.
"Sir, do you need a car?" At this time, the security guard at the door came over, looked at Yan Murong and asked respectfully.
"Need it," Yan Murong nodded repeatedly, "You have a car here,"
"Yes," the security guard smiled and nodded, "Some guests don't like to drive, so we have prepared cars and drivers for guests - please wait a moment, I will arrange the car,"
After saying that, the security guard turned around and walked into the security room nearby, grabbed the phone and started arranging the car.
At this time, a black Bentley sedan drove over and happened to drive past Yan Murong. At the same time, Yan Murong's expression was obviously startled when he saw the familiar figure in the passenger seat.
Zheng Wuming, what is he doing here?
PS: Today is the 2nd chapter. Updates have not been very stable these days due to health problems. Let’s wait until the 10th. After the 10th, I will buy a notebook and type in bed. I will make up for what I owe during this period.