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Chapter 4813: Have You Foretold Your Own Destiny?

Dugu Ling's mouth twitched. He quickly said, "Didn't we agree back then? After a three-day trial, a permanent beauty pill would be two million per pill."

"That was the price then," Qiao Mu swept a cold glance at him. "The price has gone up now!"

Dugu Ling's mouth twitched again. He carefully asked, "Little Qiao, how much is it now?"

"Ten million per pill."

"Damn it, why don't you just rob someone?!" Dugu Ling was dumbfounded and couldn't speak, but the short, stout man next to him, holding a purple-gold hammer, couldn't help but roar.

Qiao Mu looked at them expressionlessly. "That's the market price."

"Now, the entire capital knows that Qiao Qiao brand beauty pills are guaranteed in quality and quantity, one pill lasts a hundred years."

"So many people are scrambling to buy them; the price has already fluctuated to around eight million."

Dugu Ling: ...

"Then why do I have to pay an extra two million?"

The little Crown Princess glanced at him, impatiently saying, "I only sell two beauty pills a month. Take it or leave it."

I'm giving you a backdoor deal, what's wrong with an extra two million entry fee? You're getting a bargain!

Dugu Ling: ...

"Want it, want it." The fellow nodded repeatedly, quickly fumbling in his pocket for money. "I have twenty million here, give me two pills."

Qiao Mu, with an expressionless face, took the spirit coin card he offered, nodded, and pulled out a small porcelain bottle, tossing it to him.

"One pill is enough for a long time."

Dugu Ling chuckled, nodding his head repeatedly. "I have at least two hundred years ahead of me. I think I can live for a very long time."

To prevent her from raising the price again in a hundred years, he might as well buy an extra one in advance.

Qiao Mu glanced at him and nodded her small head. "Smart."

Dugu Ling: ...

So you really plan to raise the price drastically in a hundred years!

"Alright, I've talked with you for too long," Qiao Mu turned and walked straight onto the deck.

Qin Er's figure flickered, and he was already beside her. "Your body hasn't recovered; don't be reckless."

Qiao Mu avoided his grasping hand and glared at him angrily. "Are you still saying you're not keeping me under house arrest?"

"Of course not!" First Young Master Qin's voice reached everyone's ears.

Qiao Mu looked back and saw that fellow, Qin Xuan, directing people to carry something towards them.

Qiao Mu's gaze fell on the stretcher.

Only when they got closer could she clearly see that a person, completely wrapped in bandages from head to toe, lay on the stretcher.

The little one's expression didn't change at all, but her heart was pounding.

"Don't be nervous, Qiao Qiao," First Young Master Qin smiled at her. "It's not Long Xiangyun."

"Who's nervous?" The little stoic retorted stubbornly. "Who is this?"

"Someone you know," First Young Master Qin said with a smile. "That Seer Tu."

"This is probably a case of 'flowers planted with care don't bloom, but willows planted carelessly thrive in the shade'?" First Young Master Qin said lightly. "See, we've been looking for Long Xiangyun for so long without finding her, but instead, we found this Seer Tu."

"What would I want with her?" Qiao Mu said coldly, her gaze passing over the bandages without warmth.

Seer Tu probably heard her voice, and her entire body struggled slightly with emotion.

However, she was too severely injured, her whole body wrapped in bandages. With the slightest movement, blood seeped through the bandages.

Qiao Mu's lips curled in a mocking smile, and she scoffed coldly, "Seer."

"I wonder if you ever foresaw your future self, looking like this?"