Ling Gusong almost fainted on the spot. I was so poor that I wanted to lick the ashes. You still asked me to get fine gold and mithril, and you didn't want anyone to live, right?
"If you really don't have it, you can make do with hundreds of refined steel." Li Shaoqiu didn't want to force Ling Gusong to hang himself so early, so he settled for the next best thing.
Ling Gusong breathed a sigh of relief. After all, hundred-refined steel is much cheaper than pure gold and mithril.
Ling Gusong looked at Mu Weibei, but before he could speak, Mu Weibei said with a sad face, "Refined steel is not cheap, we really have no money."
"No, old man Ling, why are you so poor? Weren't you the great elder of Canglang Sect before? Aren't you unable to even come up with this little money?" Li Shaoqiu seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire and cleansed Ling.
A handful of ancient pine.
Ling Gusong almost spat out a mouthful of blood. I'm poor. Which of your eyes can see that I'm poor? If it weren't for the sake of refining this broken pill, if you weren't so picky, how could I be so poor?
But Li Shaoqiu is really not to blame for this. He was the one who caught others to come back to make elixirs, and it was not the others who begged him to make elixirs. Isn't that for his own good? If the medicinal materials are not up to standard, then the gains outweigh the losses.
A penny can't kill a hero. Ling Gusong has fully realized the meaning of this sentence. When he was glorious, he might not have even paid attention to fine gold and mithril, but now he can't refine steel in the secular world.
It breaks my brain.
"Wait for me, I'll find a way." Ling Gusong said to Mu Weibei, turned around and went to the bedroom. His back was so desolate.
After a while, Ling Gusong walked out of the room and handed a piece of cloth to Mu Weibei.
"Master, what is this?" Mu Weibei was stunned, and held out the piece of fabric with two fingers in disgust. He could see that it was clearly a pair of underwear, and there was still a little bit of body temperature on it, which was obviously
Just took it off.
"Don't underestimate these pants. They are made of ice silk. They are not as invulnerable to fire and water as swords and guns. If you wash them clean, you should be able to sell them for a good price." Ling Gusong was stunned by Mu Weibei's gaze.
Zi Zi said with a blush on his face.
Mu Weibei's expression became even weirder. He actually used Celestial Silkworm Master to make underwear. Is this Master a waste of natural resources, or does he have some bad habits?
Li Shaoqiu next to him was already stunned. Damn, he really took out his underwear and pawned it. I was just talking. I didn’t expect that this old guy actually took out his underwear and pawned it. However, this old guy actually used ice silk to make his underwear.
Too rich or have some other weird hobbies? It has to be said that at this time, Li Shaoqiu's thinking was in sync with that of Muweibei.
Under Ling Gusong's sad and desolate gaze, Mu Weibei walked out of the hospital and quickly brought back the hundred-refined steel that Li Shaoqiu needed.
A fire was lit in the yard. Ling Gusong was shirtless, sweating profusely while swinging the hammer, but there was no excitement on his face, only endless depression, and he was holding a deep breath in his heart.
After all, he is a master in the master realm. Not to mention in secular countries, even in the sect's holy realm, he is a master admired by all people. Who would have thought that one day he would end up like this.
Not only did he lose all his money but his underwear was sold out, he still had to work hard.
What was even more irritating was that guy Li Shaoqiu was waving a small folding fan, jumping up and down around the stove, and chattering non-stop.