The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Youming Jiuchong slowly raised his eyes and quickly glanced at Yun Mujiu, who had a solemn expression on his face.

He said softly, "There is no cure for this disease."

Yun Mujiu was puzzled: "Have they diagnosed any specific symptoms?" "No solution" does that mean they don't even know what the disease is? This is inevitably a bit tricky, after all, they don't even know what the disease is, let alone prescribe the right medicine.

Netherworld Nine did not answer, and Yun Mujiu's eyes dimmed slightly.

After all, it is a life. She also heard that Youming Jiuchong had done some good things in the world. For example, he never sold grain at high prices like other killer organizations and grain merchants, and exploited ordinary people.

Yun Mujiu opened his eyes wide and tried to persuade him: "How do you know if you don't try? Maybe I can help you diagnose it first? Besides, I also have some doctors. My medical skills are limited, but maybe someone else can do it."

Netherworld Jiuchong snorted coldly, changing his previous silent and uncomfortable look, and that evil and wanton aura emanated from him again.

"I said, no need."

"No one can cure this disease." He said word by word, "I don't need any help from anyone either."

Yun Mujiu was helpless. Since the other party refused, she would not force him to do anything. Besides, everyone has their own secrets, so she didn't need to ask too much.

Youming Jiuchong stood up straight, facing Yun Mujiu's slightly complicated eyes, and walked back to Yun Mujiu step by step.

His black robe fluttered, and the colorful rose bushes behind him were even more gorgeous. However, with his profound temperament, the gorgeous scenery could only serve as his background.

Yun Mujiu looked at him and felt that Netherworld Nine seemed to have changed in shape. Last time, Netherworld Nine was not so tall and strong. Netherworld Nine was about 1.92 meters tall, but now it seemed that he was two centimeters taller. She sighed in her heart: Sure enough, the leader of the assassin organization is amazing. Can he practice skills to grow taller?

Thinking of Ye Xiaohan, she sighed inwardly. Ye Xiaohan was also very tall, probably about 1.9 meters, just two centimeters shorter than the original Netherworld Ninth Layer. But in fact, Ye Xiaohan's height was already far taller than most people, and his figure was as good as the world's top models.

At this moment, Youming Jiuchong no longer mentioned asking for compensation, nor did he mention taking Yun Mujiu away.

Yun Mujiu breathed a sigh of relief and kindly said, "I have some hemostatic medicine here, do you need it?"

The rose in Nether Nine's right hand was stained red by the blood dripping from his palm. A tall and mighty demon holding a beautiful and delicate flower looked a bit out of place and a bit weird.

For a moment, Yun Mujiu felt that Youming Jiuchong was just trying to tease her, so he was joking with her just to tease her. Yes, could a person who is extremely cold-blooded go crazy and suddenly ask for marriage from a woman he is not very familiar with?

Seeing that Youming Jiuchong had returned to normal, Yun Mujiu threw the drug in her hand onto the soft ground and wiped her hands with a handkerchief. When Youming Jiuchong seemed to have lost his mind just now, she had already thought of using the drug to control the Youming Jiuchong who was about to riot.

At this time, Youming Jiuchong seemed to have really come back to his senses. He took a long time to answer Yun Mujiu's kind question: "No medicine is needed."

"Well, let's talk about it next time. I'll think of a reward for you when I get back." Yun Mujiu clapped his hands and picked up the dagger that had fallen from the ground during the fight. "Netherworld Nine, it's getting late. I have to go back."

This time, You Ming Jiu Chong said "hmm". His voice was a little hoarse, and he did not stop Yun Mu Jiu, nor did he say anything like "I will kill you if you don't thank me".

Yun Mujiu glanced at Youming Jiuchong strangely. This man's behavior was too abnormal. Did the illness just now have a big impact on him?

Before leaving, Yun Mujiu thought about some questions that had been buried in his heart, and decided to take advantage of this opportunity to ask them all.

"Some time ago, I was looking for a sick man seeking help on the street. That man was Ling Xingmu. You were in the private room of a shop on the street, right?"

"Ah."

"Did you see me searching for people, curing people, and bringing them back to the Herbal Hall?"

"Ah."

"No wonder, I felt like someone was watching us from the Herb Hall as we were busy working on the street." Yun Mujiu muttered.

"Just take a look, don't stare." Netherworld Nine said coldly.

"I say, Youming Jiuchong, why are you appearing near the Herb Hall?"

"Passing by."

"Then why didn't you come to me? I was thinking about thanking you."

"No time."

"Oh."

Yun Mujiu quickly glanced at Youming Jiuzhong’s hands.

His skin was not very fair, but had a bronze tint, his joints were distinct, and veins were faintly visible on the back of his hands.

Youming Jiuchong was not wearing the legendary golden scale gloves, and allowed the flower branches to pierce the palms and backs of his hands.

Yun Mujiu asked again: "Why don't you wear gloves? Those golden gloves."

"I don't want to wear it."

At that time, Lord Youming was like a ghost. He actually answered every question Yun Mujiu asked. Although his tone and attitude were not very good and he was very frugal with words, at least he answered. Yun Mujiu was also surprised. She didn't expect that Lord Youming would answer whatever she asked.

Perhaps it was because Youming Jiuchong was not feeling well at the moment, so his condition was naturally not as good as normal.

Sick people always behave differently from usual times, and their aggressiveness is much lower, so they may look a little more amiable.

Yun Mujiu quickly asked, "Why is it rumored that you always wear a pair of golden gloves? Is it your exclusive weapon?"

"Boring." Netherworld Nine gave Yun Mujiu a sidelong glance, "Dirty."

Yun Mujiu didn't know whether the word "boring" was for her or for the people who were thinking about the Netherworld Nineth Layer. She solved a doubt in her heart. It turned out that the Netherworld Nineth Layer wore gloves simply because of mysophobia. The Netherworld Nineth Layer didn't want to wear any unique weapon.

At this time, Netherworld Nine spoke up, "There's no need to tell anyone about what happened today."

"Why?"

"My itinerary must be kept secret." Youming Jiuchong's voice was a little hoarse at this time.

"Oh." The conversation ended here.

"Miss! Miss, where are you?" Fusang and Suixi's voices came from afar.

Yun Mujiu glanced back at Netherworld Nine and said, "Goodbye."

Youming Jiuchong didn't say anything. He stuffed something into Yun Mujiu's hand and disappeared in a flash.

Yun Mujiu only felt a slight itch in the palm of his hand, and a distant voice that seemed to come from far away rang in his ears.

"There is no cure for this disease in this life..."

Yun Mujiu looked down and saw something stuffed in her hand, which was the bunch of flowers.

The thorns at the end of the branch she was holding had been smoothed out at some point, but the thorns at the top of the branch were still there, and the pink flowers and green leaves were stained with blood.

She couldn't understand Youming Jiuchong's strange personality. Was he playing a trick on her? Why did he want to play a trick on her? What was the meaning of giving her flowers now? Was it to end the trick?