1895 Chapter 1895
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Ling Gusong almost passed out on the spot, I was so poor that I was about to lick ashes, and you still asked me to get fine gold and mithril, did you mean to kill people?
"If it's really not there, you can make do with the refined steel." Li Shaoqiu didn't want to force Ling Gusong to hang himself so early, so he said the next best thing.
Ling Gusong heaved a sigh of relief, anyway, hundred refined steel is much cheaper than fine gold and mithril.
Ling Gusong looked at Mu Weibei, and before he could speak, Mu Weibei said with a sad face, "Hundred refined steel is not cheap, we really have no money."
"That's not enough, Old Man Ling, why are you so poor? Weren't you the Great Elder of the Canglang Sect before? Isn't it that you can't even get this little money?" Li Shaoqiu seized the opportunity to add fuel to the flames and wash Ling Gu Song one.
Ling Gusong almost spit out a mouthful of blood, I am poor, which eye do you see that I am poor, if it is not for refining this broken alchemy, if it is not for you picking fat and thin, I can be so poor?
But Li Shaoqiu really couldn't be blamed for this matter, he was the one who arrested others to practice alchemy, and was it because others begged him to practice alchemy, picking fat and thin, isn't that also for his own good? If the medicinal materials are unqualified, then the gain outweighs the loss.
A penny is hard to kill a hero, Ling Gusong has a deep understanding of the meaning of this sentence. Thinking back to the glory days, even fine gold and mithril might not have been taken into account, but now it is a headache for the secular world to refine a little bit of refined steel.
"Wait for me, I'll find a way." Ling Gusong said to Mu Weibei, then turned and went to the bedroom. His back is so bleak.
After a while, Ling Gusong walked out of the room and handed a piece of fabric to Mu Weibei.
"Master, what is this?" Mu Weibei was stunned, and stretched out two fingers to weigh the piece of fabric in disgust. He could tell, it was clearly a pair of underpants, with a little body temperature on them, obviously just taken off.
"Don't underestimate these pants. They are made of ice silk. They are not as invulnerable as fire and water. If you wash them, they should be able to sell for a good price." Feel free, said the old man with a red face.
Mu Weibei's expression became even weirder. He actually used Master Tiancan to make his underwear. Is Master doing this recklessly, or is there some bad habit?
Li Shaoqiu next to him was already stunned. Damn, he really took out his underwear. I'm just talking about it. I didn't expect this old guy to really take out his underwear. However, this old guy actually uses ice silk to make his pants. Is he too rich or does he have some other weird hobby? It has to be said that at this time Li Shaoqiu's thinking was in sync with Mu Weibei's.
Under Ling Gusong's sad and desolate gaze, Mu Weibei walked out of the courtyard, and soon brought back the refined steel that Li Shaoqiu needed.
There was a fire in the yard, Ling Gusong was shirtless, sweating profusely as he danced the hammer, but there was no excitement on his face, only indescribable depression, and he held his breath in his heart.
No matter how you say it is a master in the realm of the master, let alone in the secular world, even in the holy realm of the sect, they are masters admired by all people. Who would have thought that one day they would be reduced to this level.
Not to mention that the underpants are all sold out, and they have to do coolies.
What was even more exasperating was that Li Shaoqiu was waving a small folding fan, jumping up and down around the stove, and kept chattering.
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