Han Yu stared at him quietly, and after a long time, he said lightly: "Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important to you." The man in white smiled, with a hint of annoyance between his eyebrows and eyes, "I'm here just to make a deal with you."

Han Yu didn't understand why his annoyance was, but said lightly: "What deal?"

"I will restore you to your vitality, and you will give me your lifespan." said the man in white. "I can let you live to be forty years old and die without illness or pain. Although your lifespan is shorter, at least you can live less painfully."

After the words came to an end, the room suddenly became quiet and its breath seemed to become a little weird.

"What do you mean?" Han Yu's eyes flashed with a strange light, frowned, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong, "Give you my lifespan? How do you give it? Do you think you are the god of death?"

The man in white chuckled discontently: "You don't have to worry about whether it's the God of Death. Just tell me if you are willing to make this deal? If you want to, I can restore my health now."

Han Yu said calmly: "I don't want to."

"Don't you?" The man in white raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by his decision. "Why don't you? Do you really want to live like a sick person for the rest of your life?"

on one's last legs……

Han Yu pursed the corners of his lips, and a self-deprecating smile flashed across his lips. Isn’t he just surviving?

"This is my business," he said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"It really has nothing to do with me." The man in white nodded, "If my little pet hadn't thought you were pitiful, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to your business."

When Han Yu heard this, he was silent again.

In two of the three sentences of this person, he couldn't understand them in three sentences - or in other words, it was not that he couldn't understand them, but that he couldn't understand what he meant.

Being able to successfully enter the Yu Prince's Mansion, avoid the ears and ears of all the guards, and silently enter his wing room, obviously proves that this person has some skills, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is extraordinary.

But what he meant... If it weren't for intentional nonsense and fun with him, then what this person said would undoubtedly make people have some ridiculous ideas.

Is it possible for ordinary people to make transactions based on their lifespan?

His little pet looks pitiful... Who is the little pet? How could he know about him?

This person's identity makes people uncontrollably suspicious, but at this time, Han Yu did not have much energy to think, nor did he want to think too much.

Whoever the other party is, what abilities do you have, whether it is a god of death or a genius who pretends to be a ghost, has nothing to do with him.

It's enough that he knows who he is and what he wants.

The man in white frowned and stared at Han Yu's expression that seemed to be in deep thought, and said lightly: "You really don't plan to consider my suggestions?"

"...Nothing is worth considering." Han Yu came to his senses and said lightly, "The Southern tribe's palace has a lot of holy medicines, and it's more than enough to raise a prince. I don't need health, just stay alive."
Chapter completed!