Gu Qiqi responded so readily, saying that she would immediately test the prescription when she returned. This reaction surprised the deacon.
His eyes flickered as he stared at Gu Qiqi, as if trying to figure out something from her -- was this man naturally exaggerated or was he deliberately bluffing?
Even their medicine palace did not have the fruit of the black rebirth flower, yet this unknown little pharmacist dared to boast and say that he would give it a try?
Just now, he had even released his pet to steal the flower, which meant that the other party did not even have a flower, yet he still had the nerve to say that there was a fruit? Could he concoct medicine?
The inquiry in his eyes gradually turned into contempt, and he snorted a few words, “You won’t have the chance...”
Gu Qiqi’s heart skipped a beat, but she felt that there was a hidden meaning in his words.
Don’t have the chance?
What did he mean?
