Gu Qiyu, his son, had his chest trampled by a horse, and the entire chest had collapsed. Now there was more air coming out than going in. Who could save him?
Mo Yang understood in his heart that even a Daluo Golden Immortal would have difficulty rescuing his son...
But could the hope of treating a dead horse like a live one be considered hope?
Mo Yang couldn't help but turn his head to look at Liu Jin and Gu Changsheng...
In his pair of old, eyes filled with despair, there was a scrutinizing gaze...
"..." Facing Mo Yang's gaze, Gu Changsheng raised her eyebrow noncommittally...
Although she wanted to seize this opportunity for hope, Gu Changsheng wasn't someone who liked to impose upon others. Especially when it came to saving lives, forcing others was quite meaningless...
"Can you save my son? If you can save my son, I'll fulfill one wish of yours..." In the end, Mo Yang couldn't resist Lady Mo's pleading and sighed, speaking up...
One wish...
This was a blank check!
