"Just six months? How much will you pay me? And if my soul gets injured, can you really treat me?" Liu Xiaomiao looked at me suspiciously.
Judging from her expression, I guessed the benefits she got working for Zhou Feng hadn't been this generous. I secretly snickered and said, "Six months. As for the monthly pay... I'll give you one million underworld coins. And don't worry about treatment. You should have some injuries on you. How about I treat you right now and let you see for yourself?"
Liu Xiaomiao bit her sharp, slender finger, putting on an air of deep deliberation. But when she quickly noticed my impatient expression, as though I was about to leave, she immediately couldn't hold back and nodded like a pecking chick. Even a ghost and a demon would die for this.
Hmph. You still had a ways to go if you wanted to go toe-to-toe with this negotiation expert. Even Zhou Xuan had been driven half-mad by me.
"Borrowing the Law of the Ghost Path! Blood Robe!" I sent out a blue talisman and cast the single-target Blood Robe. In an instant, it wrapped around Liu Xiaomiao.
Bathing in bloody aura, Liu Xiaomiao's soul, which had been fading away, solidified once more, and her injuries healed. She was overjoyed. "Thank you, Young Master. From now on, Little Miao will be at your beck and call!"
When a Ghost King was injured, they could recover through cultivation and recuperation, but it took a very long time. If the injuries were severe, recovery had to be calculated in years. Now that she could directly return to her peak strength, Liu Xiaomiao was naturally astounded.
"Little Cat, you believe me now, right? Just follow me from now on. You're pretty, so I wouldn't have the heart