After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 75

"There are countless methods in the black market. If you can find out that I am a disciple of the Yunhai Sect, how can you not find out who to use the herbal medicine for?" Lingyin took a step forward, "If your boss thinks Yin-Yang grass is expensive, you can ask for a price. It will be given as much as it is in my lifetime."

Ling Shuang was stunned. The boss's daughter should not be underestimated. She even knew that the Yin Yang grass was provided by the boss, and she didn't give in to her coercion. No wonder the boss valued her.When you go back, you must let them know that some people can be provoked, and some people cannot be provoked.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, she spread her hands and took out a jade box with a restraint, "Little sister is very smart. According to what I said before, the yin and yang grass belongs to you, and you owe us a favor in the black market."

Lingyin was ecstatic, is there really a Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Grass?
After receiving it, she frowned again, the restraining power on the jade box was too strong, far beyond her ability level, but if she wanted Ling Shuang to help open it, there was no one on the soft chair.

Quietly leaving the room, the fluctuation of spiritual power was minimized, and her strength was unfathomable, at least above Nascent Soul.

Lingyin patted her chest, put away the jade box first, and went downstairs to find Heyu.

"Xiao Er, where is the person who came with me?" After searching for a long time, she found no one, so she asked Xiao Er who was in charge of receiving her.

Xiaoer rolled his eyes and thought for a while, said "Oh", and pointed to the crowded place in the northeast corner, "It seems to be going to the gambling table."

He wants to gamble?

Lingyin was in a hurry, what kind of place is the black market, he thought he was a wealthy young master in Licheng, and he had countless spirit stones for him to squander?

And he also knows the rules of the black market, it is not easy to chop off hands and feet without paying the money, how will he practice in the future if he takes half his life, and how to revive Licheng?

So without thinking too much, he went straight through the crowd to the gaming table.

The first floor of the entire black market is set up as a casino, and the northeast corner has the largest bets and the richest people.

Lingyin was short in stature, she stood behind the crowd, and couldn't squeeze in at all. In desperation, she simply activated her spiritual power to release the fragrance of crying butterflies. Everyone who heard it would recall the most difficult days and cry with sadness.

In a few breaths, the people who were addicted to the gambling table looked dazed, slightly or heavily immersed in deep memories.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lingyin held her breath and burrowed into the crowd, found He Yu who was standing by the gaming table on the innermost floor, and led him out.

The cries from the gambling table alarmed the others on the first floor, and it seemed that Lingyin was pulling Heyu whose face was full of tears at this moment, which seemed very abrupt.

The efficacy of Crying Butterfly Incense varies from person to person. The higher the level of the monk, the shorter the time to get rid of the influence. When they came to the door, some people had already woken up.

"Huh? What's going on, why am I crying?"

"What happened just now, my bet... Ah, it scared me to death, but it's still there."

No matter how worried the people behind him were about his money, when Lingyin took him to the street, He Yu also woke up.

"Nan Lingyin?" He Yu had just woken up from the night when Li City was destroyed, and his expression was in a daze. After slowly recovering, he realized that he was being led by her to run on the street. He hurriedly stopped and threw her away. "Do you still have a sense of shame? How can you hold on to my hand?"

Lingyin glanced in the direction of the black market first, and seeing no one was chasing him, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Shame? Why are you talking about shame when your life is almost gone?" The topic changed, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the door? How could you bet with others?"

Although he couldn't understand what they were betting on, but looking at the high-grade spirit stones he took out, it could be seen that the bet was unusual.

(End of this chapter)