Reborn in Another World: A Husband from Heaven

When Xing Yun heard the young man's words, he was slightly startled. Hong Chen just stood aside with his arms folded, smiling, not wanting to intervene at all, as if letting Xing Yun make the decision.

Sometimes, Xing Yun's mind seemed to be accidentally lit up by someone.

But he did not rush forward to ask why, but remained calm, showing some embarrassment. After a moment's hesitation, he coughed lightly, frowned and said in a deep and tactful voice: "It's not that I don't want to, but if everyone comes to me like you, and I give it to you today, what should I do after that? Aren't you making it difficult for me? After all, people are not worried about the lack of it, but the uneven distribution of it."

Xing Yun didn't say anything final. After all, he still wanted to get more information! If he said he was dead, how could he get more information? So, he still left room for the young man. The rest depended on whether the young man would listen or not.

Xing Yun thought secretly, feeling very happy.

The young man heard this and didn't think much about it. He just looked at Xing Yun with bright eyes. He looked at Xing Yun with excitement and said sincerely: "Friend Xing, I promise." As the young man spoke, he raised three fingers and said solemnly: "I don't think I will tell anyone a word."

Xing Yun looked at the young man's three raised fingers, shook his head helplessly and amusedly, and asked indifferently: "Do you think that if you don't say it and I don't say it, no one will know? Don't be so naive, okay?"

The young man was speechless after hearing what Xing Yun said.

But since he knew Xing Yun had the elixir, he didn't want to leave, so he could only stand there uncomfortably, trying to hold back a fart for a long time, but he couldn't make a fart.

Seeing that the young man had been forced to a point where he had no way out, Xing Yun asked calmly, "Fellow Daoist, can you tell me why you are so anxious to get the elixir? Perhaps, if I know the situation, I can consider it and help you appropriately."

Hearing this, the young man was like a broken robot, gnawing and squeaking for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.

At the same time, he had a vague guess in his mind, but it was just a guess, he had no evidence. But he also knew that if he didn't say something, Fellow Daoist Xing would not easily give him the elixir.

But he needed help from others, and he couldn't ask.

Besides, even if I asked and got the answer I wanted, what would that matter?

Ultimately, he wanted the elixir and could not compromise.

After all, the elixir is still in the hands of Fellow Daoist Xing, and I am the one who needs help.

The young man's thoughts were torn, and he could not utter a word. He kept scratching his hands, almost scratching them until they bled. His eyes kept moving, and he glanced at Xing Yun from time to time, as if he still could not make up his mind.

Seeing that the young man was still hesitant, Xing Yun added fuel to the fire again. He analyzed slowly: "Daoyou, sometimes, we have to make a living first, and then we can consider other things later. If you lose your life, even if there are better opportunities or other chances in the future, it has nothing to do with you. If you don't explain clearly, I can't help you."

Xing Yun completely blocked the young man's path.

When the young man heard Xing Yun's words, his mind was still in a state of conflict.

But he's not a dull person either.

After listening to Xing Yun's words, he finally understood what Fellow Daoist Xing wanted to know. He also had some ideas in mind. After weighing the pros and cons, he looked at Xing Yun and asked, "Do you really have any more pills in your hand?"

Seeing that the young man had finally taken the bait, Xing Yun took out a porcelain bottle with amusement, opened the bottle cap, poured out a few pills from it, and then put the pills back into the porcelain bottle. He then looked at the young man and slowly played with the porcelain bottle in his hand.

When the young man saw it, his eyes became more eager.

The hesitant look just now faded a little.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he slowly walked up to Xing Yun.

Xing Yun was also secretly on guard, and did not let down his guard just because he was happy. But he did not show it, and remained calm, as if he did not care about the young man approaching.

The young man walked in and started discussing quietly: "This is not enough."

Xing Yun was not angry, nor did he refute or bargain, but three more porcelain bottles appeared in his hands.

When the young man saw it, his eyes lit up, his heart beat fast, his eyeballs kept spinning, and his appetite was like a bottomless pit that was getting bigger and bigger.

The young man shook his head at Xing Yun confidently, indicating that it was not enough, and said arrogantly with a bit of arrogance: "Before, I was a fish on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for your verdict. But now it's the other way around, I'm the one in control, and you're the fish waiting for the verdict. So, I think this point..." The young man's eyes fell on the porcelain bottle in Xing Yun's hand, and he said with a determined momentum: "It's not enough!"

Xing Yun watched the young man's previous cowardice fade away, and listened to his arrogant speech, but did not express any opinion.

Still calm and composed, he took out three porcelain bottles again with a smile, but this time he did not remain silent. His voice reached the young man's ears faintly, as if the devil whispered: "I can satisfy you with what you want. But what I want to know is whether you are as sincere as I am!"

The young man's eyes dodged for a moment when he heard this, then he pretended to be aggressive, swallowed his saliva, and said unnaturally: "Of course."

Xing Yun nodded nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about the young man's assurance, and said thoughtfully: "Then tell me! But you only have one chance! If you miss this chance, you will never have another chance. But if you tell a lie, you have to think about your own ending."

The young man looked at the smile on Xing Yun's face, which was like the smile of a devil. He felt an invisible pressure on his heart. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and was about to speak when he heard Wen Qingye's indifferent voice coming from behind him: "Let me do it!"

The young man was surprised for a moment when he heard this, and turned around quickly, and saw Wen Qingye walking out from behind a tree.

When the young man saw Wen Qingye, his legs trembled, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Then they saw Yunzhou coming out from behind.

When the young man saw this, he wanted to faint.

Yunzhou came out, but didn't come up to him right away. Instead, he stood beside Wen Qingye a little uncomfortably. Although he didn't get close to Xing Yun, he would always look up at Xing Yun weakly from time to time, and then lower his eyes again.

It was as if he had done something to Xing Yun that he felt guilty about.

Xing Yun raised his eyebrows when he saw the two people coming out. He was a little surprised, but not too surprised. Seeing Yunzhou's discomfort, he had some guesses in his mind, but no one had made it clear, so Xing Yun didn't know what to say at the moment.

Xing Yun lowered his eyes to glance at the young man sitting on the ground, then pretended to be in deep thought and said distressedly: "This is not good!"