Feng Jiu pushed the four weapons in front of him, gave him some gold coins, and asked him to deal with the tail of the hand.
The shopkeeper was slightly surprised when he heard this, and looked at the four weapons on the table, and asked a little uncertainly: "Say the son, tell me?" These four weapons can be sold for a lot of money. Too!
"Well, here you are." Feng Jiu lifted his glass and drank.
"Master Xie, Master Xie." The shopkeeper's eyebrows were immediately overjoyed. After putting the things away, the two of them were invited to drag the corpse out and bury it in the back, tidy up the first floor, and finally gave it to Feng Jiu gave a pot of hot wine.
"My son, you drink and eat, there is not enough." The shopkeeper said with a smile on his face, and then he withdrew after delivering the things.
The young woman squatting in the corner holding her child saw this scene, and she couldn't help but hesitate in her heart. This young man is so powerful, is he really capable?Is his medical skills really good?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but regained her heart, hesitated, and carried her child forward: "Master."
"Huh?" Feng Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at the young woman in front of him.
"My son, can you please help the child to see it?" She plucked up the courage to say, thinking, this son had asked her to treat the child to him before, and she refused. Now she holds the child and asks him for treatment. He should not Decline?
However, she regarded herself too seriously and others too lightly, and naturally missed the opportunity.
Listening to this, Feng Jiu smiled at the corner of her mouth. She took a sip of her wine in her glass and said, "When I wanted to save your child earlier, you refused. In that case, go find someone else! I! No interest now."
The young woman felt frozen when she heard this, and said: "My son, the little woman didn't know that my son is capable before, and I am also worried about my child..."
"There is only one opportunity. Since I missed it, I missed it. What will happen to you in the future? What does it have to do with me?" She said idly, not looking at the woman again.
"Sir, can he really cure my child?" The woman couldn't help but asked when she heard him.Just because the young man looked confident, what he said was as if the disease was not a big problem for her.
Feng Jiu smiled and ate with peanuts in between, when the woman at the table was transparent.
"My son, saving one's life is better than building a seventh-level buddha, please save my child!" She knelt down and begged with her child.
Looking at the young woman kneeling on the ground, Feng Jiu played with the wine glass and asked, "Are you rich?"
The young woman took out some broken silver: "Only so much."
"Then do you have a five-hundred-year-old elixir?" Feng Jiu asked again, his tone casual, as if chatting.
"No." The young woman shook her head.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu curled his lips and smiled: "Without money and no medicine, how do you seek medical advice? Or else! You give me a thousand heads first, maybe I'm in a good mood, I'll help you Child look."
Hearing this, the young woman’s eyes were filled with grievances: "My son, since you know medicine, why don’t you want to save you? Didn’t you ask me to heal your son before? Now I am willing to give you the baby. Healing, why do you want to make things so difficult? Healers' parents, how can you not save yourself like this!
At this time, the guests who had not yet entered on the first or second floor frowned upon hearing the young woman's words.