Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

The amount of a sea grape was too small, and Xi Mo swallowed it whole before he had time to savor it.

One is two, she couldn't help reaching out, grabbed another one, and continued to taste it. After a while, a large bunch of sea grapes all entered her stomach.

A little drunk, she couldn't help but burp, and a sweet smell of alcohol came to her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were foggy, she seemed awake and dreaming, and she didn't know what to think, she kept smiling "giggling".

Mao seemed to be not on the boat with any one at this time. If he was, maybe his master would be able to see a little tricky, and remind Xi Mo that strangers' things must not be eaten indiscriminately.

Although it was useless to remind them, they couldn't fix this great **** and could only avoid his edge.

Because they had to prepare a lot of materials to go out to sea, the grandfather and grandson had to return to the small fishing village on the shore and mobilized all the villagers to help them.

The village names are usually too poor to have clear soup and little water. How can there be any surplus food at home to provide? Even if you have money, you can't buy anything.

As a last resort, the two ran to the nearest town overnight. The market here is quite lively, and all kinds of materials are easy to see, but the reserves are too small, not enough for a year, let alone for thirty or fifty years.

"Master, I knew it would be so difficult. We should have bought and bought all the way back then, so we wouldn't waste time like this."

At the same time, Ren Yi slapped his purse in distress, it was empty and shriveled. The money he had pawned off in exchange for his clothes had been squandered these days.

"Boy, at that time, your uncle, I was running for my life, how could I care so much, for today's plan, I can only run to another big town. Sigh~~~"

Some of the people on the big boat were ordinary people who needed a lot of living supplies. Even if they are cultivators, they can't stand hunger, and they can't stop the fireworks at will. If they want to live to the point where they can live by eating and drinking dew, they can only reach the legendary saint level.

The king of the gods can't stop eating or drinking, so they don't dare to go out to sea without a reserve of 30 to 50 years. Fortunately, with the assistance of the reserve purse, even if those things piled up like a mountain, they could easily put them in.

Although Ren Ren was only promoted to a small cultivator, the magical effect of this purse was no weaker than Mao's.

The city is far away from the coast, and the two of them traveled day and night, using the speed of their cultivation, and it still took three days and three nights.

This city is more than three times bigger than the previous one. In order to solve the problem of difficult money, Ren had to take the clothes he got from the ruins of the **** king to the pawnshop.

This is the second time he has stepped into the door of the pawnshop. The first time, his heart is still a little empty, and his heart is just calm.

At that time, there was a little cutie with a sweet mouth and a little naughty beside him, who caused him a lot of trouble. Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful.

Originally, according to the plan, he would stay in the Taiyi Sect of Xunyang Mountain for at least ten years. Little Cutie and Daoist Sanshi can come to him at any time, and they will not miss each other.

Unexpectedly, the changes in the sea of ​​facts are only a month's effort, and the big sect that has been passed down for several generations has been occupied by monsters. I don't know if the monks in Lingyin Continent have united to deal with the invasion of monsters.

These seaside cities are far away from Qingyun's inner belly. At this moment, they are rich and peaceful, and they are not affected.

Yi Yi's clothes were worth ten sets of women's clothes before finally filling up the purse.

In this continent, the status of women is not high, so women's clothing is not as valuable as men's clothing. Moreover, as a big man, he really can't use these clothes.

Mao on the side seemed to be looking at the flushed face of any one, and couldn't help but tease: "Boy, so many women's clothes have already been prepared, shouldn't he want to become a family?"

"Uncle, what are you talking about? I picked up these clothes. It's a pity to lose them, so I put them away. If we didn't have them, we wouldn't talk about getting supplies now, and it would be a problem to get enough food."

A penny stumbles a heroic man, and Ren has a deep understanding of this.

"Boy, in the final analysis, it's because your skill is too poor to do anything. If you can master the magic of turning stone into gold, even that mountain can be turned into a mountain of gold by you, so why worry about no money?"

Any heart suffocated, Jinshan? He can order the most golden sand now, and he can only order it once a day, otherwise it will be too laborious and he will be drained all at once.

The two of them had a clear goal, that is, they ran to the largest grain store in the city, like a rich explosion, arrogantly dropped a few bags of silver, and asked for people's granary, the more the better.

He had too much gold, and he didn't bargain, and he gave it the price of scattered sales. Those merchants who sold grain had no reason to go straight to the warehouse with the two of them.

The dust-covered door was wide open, and the two seemed to be in a race, it just depends on who fills up the storage purse first.

"Haha... Uncle, the Mishan in front of you has passed so long, and there are still so many! How many days will it take to take all this away?"

Either one of them is standing in front of two piles of grain at this time, one is a mountain of rice and the other is a mountain of flour. Mao Xian's storage purse was already full, and it didn't seem to decrease.

Fortunately, he wandered in the ruins of the God King for a hundred years and picked up a lot of purses left by monks, which is still useful for this time.

"Bah! The boy is mad. The victory has just begun, and it's not over yet! Just look at it, the ability of the uncle is not something you can underestimate."

Mao pursed his lips, unwilling to admit defeat and accelerated the pace of collection. In order to catch up with the progress, he took a purse with his left and right hands to increase the absorption.

For a time, the wind swirled and the clouds disappeared, and the speed at which the Mishan disappeared was a little faster than that of the flour mountain in front of him.

Anyone who is not convinced also takes out a purse to speed up the progress of collecting materials.

Seeing this, Mao couldn't help but say something to comfort him: "Boy, your spiritual power is so poor, do you want to wait for your wallet to squeeze you to hell?"

Ren Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Master, you said it's too late, I'm just doing two purses at the same time, and now I'm sick to death."

He feels a little top-heavy now, especially wanting to sleep.

"Just stop and let it go. Control the numbers and don't put yourself in it."

Mao seemed to be distracted while doing things.