Chapter 791

In addition, he was wearing a large dark blue robe with bright red and pink flowers embroidered on his sleeves and waist, which added vitality to the dark blue robe like the dead sea.

However, the robe was loose, and only one belt was used to close the two skirts together, revealing a small half of the man's porcelain white chest and slender neck.

Loose hair and temples, loose clothes and robes, ordinary people dressed like this will certainly give people a feeling of decadence and slovenness, but they can't see these in him at all. Some are just natural noble leisure.

Duanmu yawang looked at it with the most fair attitude. The man was excellent and powerful. In terms of appearance, he was only comparable to Gong Yulan. He only lost one or two points.

When Duanmu yawang looked at the man, the man also raised his eyes to look at her. A pair of dark purple eyes looked at her from head to foot. Finally, his eyes narrowed and stopped on her face.

Correctly speaking, her eyes and black hair were deep and interesting, like an eagle hovering in the air and staring at its prey.

Being looked at by such eyes, Duanmu looked at his purple eyes coldly.

The man seemed to be unaware that Duanmu yawang was angry. He leisurely stretched out his slender hand, picked up a cup from the table, poured tea with a pot in his hand, and made a gesture of invitation: "Miss Duanmu, please sit down."

As he spoke, he gently moved half a cup of tea to the other side, where there happened to be a chair.

Duanmuya looked at it and walked over, "holding the Lord of the temple in vain?"

"Exactly."

The man's voice was gentle and deep. It sounded like a whisper in the middle of the night. Duanmu yawang sat down in his chair, pinched the tea and took a sip: "thank you for making tea yourself."

"Miss Duanmu is a distinguished guest invited by us in person. Making tea in person is the basic etiquette."

Duanmu yawang smelled the speech, pulled the corners of his lips without trace, took another sip of tea, put down the tea cup and looked up at the hall Lord: "thank you, the hall Lord. It's my honor. Just, there's one thing, I want to ask the hall Lord face to face."

There was a small stove in the room. The stove was warming tea with a charcoal fire. The hall LORD reached out and stirred the charcoal on the stove twice. Without lifting his head, he said, "do you want to ask about the failure?"

Duanmuya looked at the hand holding the cup and guessed what she was thinking. Her intuition told her that it was no accident!

But how much does the Lord of the temple know about her?

Duanmu yawang took a breath and nodded, "exactly."

Seeing that the boiling water on the stove had boiled, the LORD raised the kettle to add water to the teapot. After that, he looked up at Duanmu ya, "you won the competition. We owe you a condition. If this is your condition, I can abide by my promise and promise you to say these things, but..."

His slender fingertips tapped the table with profound meaning: "are you sure you want to know this? You are a guest. I have an obligation to remind you that you have only one condition. Don't waste this condition to do what you shouldn't do."

"Oh?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the ending and lengthened, "Hall Lord, this means..."

"Miss Duanmu, we don't play charades." the temple Lord's fingertips gently played with the tea cup. The tea cup was exquisite and beautiful in color, which made the temple Lord's slender white fingertips even more beautiful.

He looked at her deeply: "I know, you want to save people."

Sure enough, he knows!

Duanmu Ya looked at her heart tightly and tried her best to make herself look as if there was no fluctuation. That is, her brain turned quickly and quickly understood the meaning of the temple Lord - saving people and asking failure. She could only choose one of two!

"I choose to save people." Duanmu yawang said without hesitation.

"Look, Miss Duanmu is so smart that she understood so quickly and made a choice." the hall Lord smiled. Duanmu Ya looked at his face. His face charmed all sentient beings and smiled like a demon!

"Then I don't know the temple Lord, when will your conditions be fulfilled to me?"

The hall Lord didn't answer, stared at her eyes and asked, "how many friends do you want to save?"

Duanmu yawang subconsciously wanted to answer three questions, but remembered Rong zining and them

"It seems that Miss Duanmu has a great heart and wants to save a lot of people."

The hall Lord seemed to be able to see through Duanmu yawang at a glance. He raised his glass and took a sip of tea. His long, narrow and beautiful eyes twinkled, "it's just that the hall Lord doesn't like to do business at a loss, and the children and the old are not deceived, so he declared in advance that we only promise to save one person on one condition."

"Alone?" Duanmu Ya looked at her face and changed!

"Why should miss Duanmu be so surprised?"

The temple Lord raised his eyebrows and looked at Duanmu yawang in surprise. It seemed that he couldn't understand her behavior. "You don't think you want to return a few lives with one condition?"

"Of course, if ordinary people may have dozens of lives," the temple Lord continued, "but you can't save the people you want to save."

"Why?"

"Why?" the hall Lord asked her, which seemed incredible. His purple eyes narrowed: "Miss Duanmu, do you overestimate the value of one of your conditions or underestimate the value of the people you want to save?"

Finish saying, don't wait for Duanmu yawang to open his mouth, suddenly hang his head and bask gently, "yes, you don't know anything."

"What?" his voice was so low that Duanmu yawang couldn't hear it clearly.

"Of course, if you are willing to promise us a condition, we are willing to promise you whatever condition you want." the temple Lord shook hands, put down his legs and said calmly.

Duanmu Ya looked at her lips and said, "I didn't forget that when you took part in the medical competition, your commitment was also any condition."

"What I just said has been very clear."

The temple Lord said, "if the result of your competition is worth several lives in your heart, I have nothing to say. However, the value of things in everyone's heart is different. In my opinion, your competition is worth only one life at most."

“……”

This man is so smart that Duanmu yawang can't quarrel about it at all. After all, she really can't equate this competition with three lives. It really overestimates herself and belittles mu Qingchen Mufeng and her brother.

If you want to say, the lives of the three people can't compare with anything.

The little white deer said angrily, "master, this man is so treacherous. I know you can't make such a comparison. If I want to say such a thing, I don't want you to save all three so easily!"

"Now it's useless to be upset. From the beginning, they may have dug a hole and waited for me to jump in."

The little white deer opened his mouth: "do you mean they deliberately brought you here?"

"Do you understand?"