The priest of Southern Xinjiang stood up and handed Zhiqingxun a red porcelain vase.

"This is the antidote to the nine-leaf flowers, take it, girl."

A moment of surprise flashed on Zhiqingxun's face, but a moment later he took the porcelain vase in the priest's hand, "Thank you." ”

"There is an old saying in your dynasty, called 'the one who dies for his confidant', I will die for glory and dignity, and I can't choose to live for my confidant, since you want that nine-leaf flower, why not give it to you......"

Her golden eyes gleamed in the lamplight, and they were the most beautiful pairs of eyes that Zhi Qingxun had ever seen.

"Can a friend leave a name, I will support my friend in the ghost market to secure the soul of my friend."

That......

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