National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

The curtain opened with a swish.

A blood-red, crystal-clear herb lies quietly on a black velvet tray, as if carved from ice crystals, with soft red light flowing in each leaf vein.

"Blood Melting Grass..."

Sit's body shook violently, his eyes fixed on the herb, and his breathing became heavy in an instant.

Those dim eyes now rekindled the last flame.

For three years, this has been his only hope of survival!

"One Blood-Melting Grass, starting price 50,000 gold coins, each bid increase must not be less than 1,000 gold coins - the auction begins!" The host slammed the hammer loudly.

"Fifty-one thousand!" Xit held up the sign.

Before he finished speaking, a lazy voice came from the other side: "Sixty thousand."

It was the nobleman in gorgeous clothes.

Hearing this familiar voice, Xit's face instantly turned ugly, but he still gritted his teeth and raised it again: "Sixty-one thousand!"

"Seventy thousand." The nobleman's tone was as flat as if he was reading a bill.

"Seventy-one thousand!" Sit's arms were shaking slightly.

"Eighty thousand."

"Eighty-one thousand!"

"Ninety thousand."

The price rose strangely between the two of them.

Every time Sit tried his best to add a thousand, the noble would immediately and casually suppress it with an integer.

That posture is like playing with a mouse in a cage.

Soon, a sarcastic voice floated out from the box opposite and was clearly heard in several surrounding boxes.

"Site, you look so sick, and you still want to fight for the holy medicine? This blood-melting grass is used to save lives, not to preserve your living corpse! Save some money and buy yourself a good coffin!"

Xit's face turned pale in an instant, and he cursed: "This bastard!"

"Ninety-one thousand." He squeezed out the money almost through his teeth.

"One hundred thousand." Viscount Alman chuckled, his contempt and teasing undisguised.

The price soared all the way and reached 170,000 in a blink of an eye.

Everyone in the hall understood clearly - this was not an auction at all, but a naked public humiliation.

"One hundred and seventy-one thousand." Sit's voice trembled as he bet all his savings.

"One hundred and eighty thousand." Alman remained calm.

When the price was raised to 180,000 gold coins, Sit's raised arm froze in the air for a long time, and finally fell down weakly.

He lost.

The fire in his eyes was completely extinguished.

He slumped in the chair as if his spine had been pulled out, with only despair on his face.

"One hundred and eighty thousand gold coins once! One hundred and eighty thousand gold coins twice!"

"Is there any higher one?" The host continued to incite loudly on the stage.

"One hundred and eighty thousand gold coins for the third time!"

boom--

The auction hammer fell heavily.

"Deal! Congratulations to Viscount Alman for winning this Blood Melting Grass for 180,000 gold coins!"

Soon, the maid respectfully delivered the brocade box containing the blood-melting grass to Viscount Alman's box.

Alman deliberately opened the lid of the box, took a close sniff, fanned it with disgust, and then closed the lid.

He raised the brocade box and waved it in the air towards Sit, with a smile of victory on his face.

(Damn, being rich is such a big deal! This little guy's behavior is really outrageous! Disgusting jpg.)

(Disgusting +1)

(What are you so arrogant about? 180,000 yuan for a piece of broken grass, it will be robbed sooner or later! Rolling eyes jpg.)

(Calm down, calm down, we have Nanbao here!)

(Yeah, that’s perfect! Instead of spending that money on a piece of broken grass, it’s better to let Nanbao make some money!)

……

The herb that once emitted the light of hope now became the most vicious curse in Sit's eyes.

Sit closed his eyes in pain, and even his breathing became weak.

Rad was so anxious that he was sweating all over, but he couldn't say a word.

The atmosphere in the box was very depressing.

At this most desperate moment.

Shen Nan gently put down the cup and comforted her softly, "It's okay. It's just a blood-melting grass. I can heal your injury."

Xit raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a bitter smile, thinking it was just a kind consolation.

"I'm serious." Seeing that he didn't believe it, Shen Nan looked serious and took out a transparent crystal bottle from his arms.

The bottle is not big, and a small pearl lies quietly inside. The pearl is plump and round, with a soft and pure pink halo flowing all over the body.

"Although the blood-melting grass was sold away, this one of mine... might be more effective." Shen Nan pulled out the cork, poured out the "Mermaid's Tear" and handed it to Sit.

"What is this...?" Sit's fingertips trembled slightly. He could feel that the tiny pearl contained a vitality that made his soul tremble.

"I found it by chance," Shen Nan explained in a low voice. "It's said to cure all diseases, but there's only one, so I haven't tested its authenticity. I was planning to leave it to you, but since you've already collected enough gold coins, I didn't mention it again. Now that the Blood Melting Grass is gone, why not give it a try?"

Xit looked at the pearl hanging in front of him, then looked at Shen Nan's face.

He is now at the end of his rope, and the cold energy in his body is frantically devouring his last bit of life.

That’s all! Sit took the pearl with trembling hands, and without any thought, he tilted his head back and swallowed it.

The pearls did not melt immediately when they entered the mouth, but turned into a warm stream, sliding down the throat into the stomach.

The next moment, the warm current was like spring breaking through the ice, silently but unstoppably seeping into his limbs and bones.

Xit could clearly "hear" that the cold and gloomy air that had been lurking deep in his bones for three years was wailing under the impact of the warm current, just like winter snow melting and disintegrating quickly when encountering the scorching sun!

"Uh……"

Sit let out a muffled groan, and a layer of fine black ice appeared on his pale face, which quickly melted into black gas and evaporated.

A slight "crackling" sound came from Sit's body, and his back, which was slightly hunched due to long-term illness, slowly straightened.

The ends of the gray hair began to shine, and quickly spread to the roots, turning black in the blink of an eye.

The sickly look and wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible hand, and healthy blood color gradually appeared under the pale skin.

Xit opened his eyes, and in those cloudy and dim eyes, there was an unprecedented clarity and vitality!

"This...this..." Rad on the side was dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

He had witnessed a miracle! A dying man, in just a few moments, was reborn!

Feeling the long-lost magic power in his body, which was even more abundant than at its peak, the feeling of regaining what he had lost made Sit so excited that his whole body was shaking.

"Pfft!"

Without hesitation, Xit knelt down in front of Shen Nan and hit his forehead heavily on the ground.

"Sir Shen Nan! Xite will never forget your kindness in giving me a new life!" His voice trembled violently with excitement.