"Okay, you owe me a favor, and when I need it, you will return this favor to me." Qi Mo'er nodded, looking like I could be too merciful to save your life, but you remember to be grateful to Dade.

In this world, the hardest thing to repay is the debt of human affection, although she has special abilities, but in this strange and unpredictable, she is not familiar with the world at all, she still has to plan for her future!

Since he wants her to help detoxify, okay, the favor is owed, there will always be a time to pay it back, and she doesn't lose at all.

When a guard heard her words, his face immediately changed greatly, and he scolded angrily: "It's your blessing to be able to heal my lord, don't be ignorant, dare to ask my master to owe you favors......"

"Stand down!" With a cold snort, the ghost lord was covered with coldness, and the frightened person immediately booed, not daring to say another word.

"Give her a horse!" The cold order was conveyed, but it showed that he agreed with Qi Mo'er's words.

If she heals herself, then she owes her a favor! So what?

The eyes that did not fluctuate fell on Qi Mo'er's body, and the ink pupils were cold and deep, and faintly, there seemed to be a thoughtful light.

………… Scene dividing line............

Nanlian City, Mercenary Guild.

After they came out of the cherry blossom forest, they came to this mercenary guild.

Qi Mo'er asked them for paper, pen and ink, and locked herself in a room, and no one was allowed to disturb her.

The people outside were puzzled, could it be that she could get the medicinal materials to heal the Lord by locking herself in her room?

The ghost lord leaned against the railing outside the door, his eyes fell on the door panel, his thin black lips were tightly pursed, and the cold air around his body was flying, making people dare not approach him, strange women, strange weapons, strange actions, such strangeness, but aroused his interest.

In the room, Qi Mo'er stood at the desk, drawing a wooden bucket with its own strange herbs and ink-colored water, and the heat came out of the bucket, as if it was happening right in front of people's eyes.

With the brush finished, she looked at the drawing on the paper, bit her finger, and clicked into the bucket in the middle of the painting.

"Now!" The red lips opened lightly, and the transparent light of the fingertips flowed into the painting with bright red blood, and I saw that the wooden barrel in the painting slowly became dim, and a bucket suddenly appeared in the open space of the room.

Such a strange scene, if outsiders look at it, they must think that they have seen a ghost!

When the painting became blank, Qi Mo'er fell to the ground with a 'bang', panting constantly, as delicate as a Barbie doll's face, and even more pale without a trace of blood.

Damn it, she just drew a barrel and a potion, and she was tired like this, as if all the abilities in her body had been emptied.

Although she can draw things out of thin air, she paints all small things, such as wooden barrels, which can only be drawn on paper.

It was also because of her blood that the barrel could be aged for an hour, and the man had to come and soak it quickly, or her efforts would be in vain.

Qi Mo'er endured the feeling of exhaustion, stood up on the table, and walked towards the door.

As soon as the door opened, there were several pairs of curious eyes, and the ghost lord had left the place at some point......

"Let your master come over. Go to that bucket and soak it for half an hour, and the medicinal properties in his body will be relieved. ”