Dongfang Xiaoran raised her brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

The young man turned his face away, "Only a Grade 3 Fantasy spirit pill can save me!"

Fantasy spirit pill?

In this continent, apothecaries were the most popular occupation. Furthermore, apothecaries were extremely rare, and among the ordinary tier apothecaries, apothecaries who could forge grade-1 or grade-2 pills could be conferred a title in any capital. From this, it could be seen how rare and valuable apothecaries were.

Dongfang Xiaoran was worried. Where was she going to find a Grade 3 Fantasy spirit pill for him?

By the way, you can ask her cheap master!

She made up her mind. Looking at the youth, Dongfang Xiaoran raised her eyebrows and asked, "If I save you, I will .."

"How are you going to repay me?"

The young man turned his head, his ice-blue eyes staring straight at her. He originally wanted to ridicule the girl for not knowing her limits, did he really think that the Fantasy spirit pill would be that easy to obtain? However, when she met Dongfang Xiaoran's smiling gaze, she swallowed down the words at the corner of her mouth.

"Say it, your conditions?" He can't die yet, he still wants to avenge his mother! Kill that man!

Dongfang Xiaoran rubbed her nose and spoke the words that had been plotting in her heart for a long time. "How about this? If I save you, then how about you be my subordinate for three years?"

The youth went silent, and for a moment, he didn't make a sound.

Dongfang Xiaoran was not in a hurry either.

"You don't need to be in a hurry to answer. You can think about it first .."

The young man suddenly interrupted her, "Alright! I will stay by your side for three years! "

Dongfang Xiaoran smiled. "My name is Dongfang Xiaoran. Tell me your name."

"Li Luo."

After the waiter served the dishes and settled Lo Li down, Dongfang Xiaoran returned to her room. Lil 'White stayed in Lo's room and ate his roasted chicken.

She used her Spiritual Sense to probe her storage ring and took out a book on Sound Transmission Flute to read. After that, Dongfang Xiaoran imitated what was said and closed her eyes, releasing her mental power onto the sound transmission flute.

After feeling the light for a while, she opened her eyes.

The sound transmission flute floated in midair. Suddenly, it dispersed into a ring of green mist, and the mist dissipated, revealing a picture. The man in purple clothes lazily leaned on the imperial concubine chair, playing with a pure white porcelain cup in his hand.

Due to the angle, Dongfang Xiaoran was unable to see his face. However, she could feel that he had a very handsome face.

Before Di Qing Mo could reply, Dongfang Xiaoran went straight to the point and asked with a smile: "Master, you should have a Grade 3 Fantasy spirit pill right?"

A deep voice replied, "Not at all."

Dongfang Xiaoran was depressed. "Really?" Then wouldn't what she said to Lo Li be empty words? Where would she go to find a Tier 3 Fantasy Pill for him in such a short period of time? This sort of thing had always been priceless. It might even be hidden away by someone. Where would she find it?

Just as she was about to lose all hope, Di Qing Mo's voice once again rang out: "However, I know where it is. Moreover, it's pretty close to you."

Dong Fang Xiaoran came to life and asked in surprise, "Where?"

"The Imperial Capital's auction house. Hmm, you should still be able to make it in time if you rush over now!"

"Alright, I'll be there right away!"

Di Qing Mo didn't question her specifically. At that end, he lightly raised his hand and took a sip of tea. With a flick of his sleeve, the sound transmission flute returned to its original form.

Leaning back in the chaise longue, he did not move for a long time. The lights outside the window dimmed, and the man's side face was so beautiful that it seemed like a beautiful painting.