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Chapter 307 Trading

Looking at Ye Wanqing who seemed unmoved in front of him, Zhou Muye's expression was like the undercurrent of the abyss. He raised his eyes slightly, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he wiped away the blood that was sliding down without any care.

"However, regarding this Shenyuan Grass, I need to explain to you, Saint. I'm sure you already know that I have a Gu poison in my body, and Shenyuan Grass is the only antidote."

"As for me, I won't become the one who increases the power of the Zhou family. After all, everyone knows that I always do things my own way. I can promise the Saint that I will not become the power of the Zhou family. How about that?"

Ye Wanqing's lips curled slightly, a hint of sarcasm flickering in her eyes. "It's not that great. We're blood relatives, so Young Master Zhou thinks it's somewhat credible."

Zhou Muye's eyes were slightly red, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at Ye Wanqing. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and a rare smile appeared in his deep eyes.

"Without cooperation, it would be difficult to force the Saint to trust me. It would be better to make a deal."

Ye Wanqing noticed that the power within the Shenyuan Flower was gradually disappearing. The look in his eyes darkened, and the Ningyu in his hand gradually began to stir. He ignored Mo Yu who seemed to be begging beside him, and flew forward at lightning speed, with the sharp blade pointing directly at the Shenyuan Flower.

"I don't believe in any unfounded deals. I only believe in what's happening right now."

Just as the sharp blade was about to touch the Shenyuan Flower, Zhou Muye's low voice sounded faintly.

"What if I say I can cure Zhijiao?"

The sharp blade came to an abrupt stop.

The next second, the sword flashed, and the sharp blade was on Zhou Muye's neck in an instant, only an inch away from piercing the fatal point.

"really?!"

Ye Wanqing's lips tightened, her originally calm and indifferent expression instantly torn apart, and a storm began to appear in her eyes.

She stared at Zhou Muye closely, her eyes bloodshot, as if there were two clusters of anger dancing in her eyes, and there seemed to be a biting coldness. Seeing that Zhou Muye did not respond, Ye Wanqing spoke again, but perhaps only she knew the trembling in her throat.

"really?!"

The expression in Zhou Muye's eyes remained unchanged, and he seemed unconcerned about Ye Wanqing's sharp blade threat.

"The Saint was already a Heavenly Grade Alchemist a year ago. I believe she should be clear about this matter. You have no other choice but to trust me."

Ye Wanqing's heart sank suddenly, and the hand holding Ningyu trembled slightly. What Zhou Muye said was indeed right.

Although she had once reached the realm of Heavenly Grade Alchemist, she had never returned to her original peak since coming to the Cangkong Continent. In addition, she became more and more confused about how to treat her brother's drug-induced illness.

Firstly, she was not 100% sure. Secondly, her method would make her junior brother endure the painful torture of being melted into a medicine man again. Even so, there was still a possibility of failure.

So she didn't dare to gamble.

But at this moment, hearing Zhou Muye's words, Ye Wanqing's expression trembled slightly. She sighed softly, and her expression returned to its original indifference and alienation. "What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"

Zhou Muye looked at Ye Wanqing who was so close to him, with a half-curl on his lips. His eyes, which had always been cold, slowly became hot. When she looked towards him, he closed his eyes instantly to hide the emotions in them.

At the same time, the starlight of the Shenyuan Flower completely disappeared, and all the power within it was absorbed by Zhou Muye, and the poisonous insect in his body had already died.

"Well, now we can talk about the deal."

Ye Wanqing gradually became impatient, but she did not react because of her junior brother's matter.

Zhou Muye raised his lips slightly, took a step forward, and met Ye Wanqing's gaze. "I can help your junior brother regain his consciousness, but I want you to be my wife."