Mei Hanyan followed Ye Fan out of the courtyard in a daze.

It's too late for a middle-aged woman to stop!

looked at Song Yuanhui in front of him helplessly.

"Old Song, if people are kind enough to help you, they will receive a Mingshen flower."

"Will your son be able to hold on?"

"Fifteen hundred high-grade immortal crystals, not to mention them, even some Dao Immortals and even Immortal Venerables may not be able to take them out casually in one go."

"You're good, the lion opens his mouth."

"It's death horizontally and vertically, at least there's a chance in front of you."

"You have to be a dead horse doctor once, right?"

Song Yuanhui glanced at the middle-aged woman, "He clearly wants to deceive the Ming God Flower."

"He killed my son and tricked Myojina away!"

The middle-aged woman sighed.

"I've helped with this."

"You're obsessed, and it's useless for me to say more."

Mei Hanyan walked in the alleyway outside the courtyard.

"Brother Ye, do you really want it?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly.

"It's not bad these days, just look at it, he'll take the initiative to come to us soon."

Mei Hanyan muttered in her heart, will it really be?

In other words, Ye Fan even knows how to heal?

This took her by surprise.

Three days later.

In the inn where Ye Fan and Mei Hanyan lived.

Mei Hanyan was puzzled.

Even if Song Yuanhui doesn't sell Mingshen flowers.

They could go directly to the Ten Thousand Flowers Realm and ask.

There is no need to continue to stay in the blue and white world.

Ye Fan originally planned to do the same.

However, Wu Chang suddenly spoke again.

Although he himself is now in a shallow slumber.

I still know a thing or two about what's happening right now.

Wu Chang told Ye Fan.

Myojin flowers that grow in the wild.

Usually several plants grow together.

The quality is top, and the rest will not be bad.

Song Yuanhui's son must know where to pick.

If you can, it's best to take all the Myojin flowers there.

Until now, Ye Fan didn't know why Wu Chang cared so much about this Mingshen flower.

The value and effect of cultivation are obviously not so high.

Ye Fan vaguely felt that this Mingshen Flower might be related to Mei Yue.

Of course, this is just his conjecture.

All in all, the only thing that can be done now is to wait.

Evening.

The middle-aged woman from before hurriedly came over.

"Two, help."

"Old Song, he agreed."

"As long as you come to the rescue, no matter whether you succeed or fail, he is willing to spend the god of myojin to you."

Mei Hanyan looked at the middle-aged woman, her eyes lit up.

All of this is under Ye Fan's control.

Ye Fan looked at the other party, "If I guessed correctly, his son is dying, right?"

The middle-aged woman sneered, this was indeed the case.

Song Yuanhui thought that his son would last a few years.

didn't expect that everything was really as Ye Fan said, it was almost too late.

You must know that Ye Fan didn't even see his own son at that time, so he could infer it like this.

How can medical skills be bad?

Now he has completely lost hope.

I didn't expect that the Mingshen Flower to be able to sell for a high price of 1,500 high-grade immortal crystals.

His son died, and there was no point in leaving this Mingshen flower.

During the years when his son was half-dead, every time he saw the Mingshen flower.

There is no nostalgia in the eyes, only self-blame and anger.

If he had persuaded his son in the first place, maybe this would not have happened.

For such a worthless thing that can't be sold.

Put your life into it.

How unworthy.

Mei Hanyan turned her head to look at Ye Fan on the side.

"Brother Ye, look ......?"

Ye Fan nodded lightly, "Let's go, it's really too late to go later."

The middle-aged woman suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why she has been helping Song Yuanhui is that she has always been helping.

Mainly because he owes Song Yuanhui a favor.

Many years ago, she came to this blue and white world without support.

It was Song Yuanhui who took her in and gave her a way to make a living.

Although you may not be able to make much money by setting up a stall on the street on weekdays.

Fortunately, life is worry-free, and cultivation can also be carried out.

Just being able to do that made her satisfied.

Therefore, Lao Song is in trouble now, how can she not do her best.

Song Yuanhui's son often comes to help her on weekdays.

She has always valued affection and righteousness, and when her benefactor is killed, how can she not help.

Ye Fan and Mei Hanyan came to Song Yuanhui's mansion again.

Song Yuanhui's state looks not a little worse than before.

The whole person looked even more haggard.

Sunken eye sockets and extremely heavy dark circles.

Visible exhaustion to the naked eye.

There was a lot more bloodshot in his eyes.

sloppy look, there is no longer the arrogance of the sky-high price of the day.

When I saw Ye Fan appear.

Song Yuanhui gritted his teeth.

Took the initiative to take out the Myojin flower.

The small white jade-colored jar planted under the Mingshen flower planted in the fairy soil is engraved with a formation that can contain fairy grass.

The Myojin flower is light white all over, the stamens are translucent, and the five palm-sized petals are gently swaying.

Fully expanded, looking at the quality, it is indeed not bad.

Song Yuanhui really didn't talk nonsense about this.

Ye Fan glanced at the Mingshen Flower.

Without the slightest politeness.

Put it away on the spot.

As I said at the beginning, regardless of whether the treatment is successful or not, I will receive the Myojin flower as a reward.

Song Yuanhui's eyes were full of helplessness, and he lost his temper that day.

He lowered his head and said sincerely, "Please also ask the fairy friends to save Wu'er!"

"As long as he can live, Song will be a cow and a horse, and he will listen to the words of fairy friends."

Ye Fan looked at Song Yuanhui.

"You and I only have this Myojin flower to trade."

"I should do my best, and if I fail, don't hold a grudge against me."

"If it's successful, I have one more string attached.

Song Yuanhui's heart tightened.

If Ye Fan can really succeed, it means that the other party's medical skills are good.

Just a Mingshen flower, the reward is indeed too little.

Song Yuanhui was already prepared that Ye Fan might ask for a large handful of immortal crystals.

Who knew that Ye Fan opened his mouth and said, "When the time comes, let your son tell me the location of picking Myojin flowers."

Song Yuanhui looked stunned.

That's it?

The Ye Fan in front of him looked extraordinary, and he didn't look like the kind of scattered immortal who didn't know the goods.

Why are you so obsessed with Mingshenhua such a worthless and useless fairy grass?

He couldn't figure it out!

But he immediately nodded in agreement.

So far, it is Ye Fan's sky-high reward now.

He would not hesitate to say yes.

Because he knew very well that his son could not afford to wait.

Ye Fan nodded lightly and immediately walked towards the house.

It was a mess outside, but inside the house was simple but clean.

Bedside bedside.

A man with a pale face as paper and a number of dark spots on the surface of his skin was lying on the bed.

The man's beard was unshaven and his breath was dying.

Breathing became faint.

Ye Fan stepped forward and looked at it at a glance.

"It's all like this, did you hesitate a few days ago?"

Ye Fan turned his head to look at Song Yuanhui.

Song Yuanhui's eyes were full of self-blame, and he fell to his knees, "I, I really have no choice!"

"I've really thought of everything I can think of."

"But I can't save my son if I don't have enough money!"

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