Under such a sharp gaze, Yu Zilan, who was already weak-hearted, had no way to remain calm, coughed softly, and said: "Master Shu has a lot of opportunities and busy business, if you wait for him to come back, I don't know how long Lu Dao has been delayed." ”

She just couldn't wait.

Knowing her weakness, Ling Luo became more and more indifferent, and said, "Procrastination is not a problem, what we have is time." ”

"But-" Yu Zilan's face turned scorched.

Ling Luo interrupted her words and said loudly: "There is nothing to do, I will not move this source stone for the time being, Miss Zilan can rest assured." That's it. ”

Yu Zilan didn't expect that the person who negotiated with her would be such a tough woman.

Won't move? How can she believe it?

Any cultivator, facing such a treasure, is afraid that he will go crazy.

"Miss Ling San, if you are willing to cooperate a little, you can share the account with us in Shifang, no, four or six is fine. The Yu family is willing to reduce the price of the annual wound medicine by 30% and provide it to you Ling Jiajun. ”

Yu Zilan was really anxious, so she simply gritted her teeth and offered extremely tempting conditions.

This time, she really made a lot of money.

Hearing Yu Zilan's compromise, the most surprising thing was Ling Zhan, who was the commander of the First Army and cherished his soldiers very much.

The sword has no eyes, life and death are snatched, and the role of healing medicine in this is very significant.

And for a long time, the pharmaceutical industry in the entire Xijiu Kingdom, except for the Zhirenge family, has almost all been monopolized by Yu Zilan, and the price is based on sitting on the ground.

If the price of 30% is multiplied by 10 million, what a huge amount of expenditure it should be. It would be nice if this military supply could be saved.

"Is this true, little girl?" Ling Zhan's heart was moved.

A smile crossed Yu Zilan's face, her eyes looked at Ling Zhan with bright eyes, and said, "Old general, it's true. ”

"Grandpa!" Ling Luo stood up, with a serious look on his face, and said coldly, "Don't promise her!" ”

Ling Zhan frowned slightly, and sighed: "Luo'er, you heard grandpa say that healing medicine is really very important, and it is related to the life and death of countless people. ”

Ling Luo looked at the old white-bearded old man and said, "However, didn't Luo'er refine three hundred bottles of healing medicine for your old man half a month ago, the quality and efficacy of that one are much better than those inferior products of the Yu family!" ”

It is impossible for her to give up such a precious source. Even if the other party took four-tenths, she didn't want to.

"Luo'er, three hundred bottles, put in the old man's army of millions, it won't help at all." Ling Zhan sighed lightly and said earnestly, "Even if the wound medicine is so good, your strength alone is far from enough." ”

Ling Luo's thin lips were pursed, his fists tightened unconsciously, and he said in a deep voice: "Grandpa, don't promise her." You give your granddaughter a few days, and Luo'er will definitely find a way to solve it. ”

She already has three pills and the stems of the green glass red fire lotus, and she only needs some basic materials to solve the problem.

However, it was obvious that Ling Zhan didn't listen to Ling Luo's explanation, he looked at Yu Zilan and said, "Girl, your suggestion will be carefully considered by the old man." ”

"Grandpa, you believe me once." Ling Luo's expression changed slightly, "Give Luo'er a few days, seven days, seven days is enough." ”

"Don't say seven days, Miss Ling San, even seventy days, you can't make my healing medicine from Yu's Pharmacy." Yu Zilan cut off Ling Luo's words, and her face was not very good-looking.