Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 397 The Ice Bed

After moving the bricks all night, I will not talk about the process, anyway, Fan Chengfeng has already gotten used to it after so many times.And because he will soon be in contact with the most expensive industry in history, Fan Chengfeng is full of motivation.

It's a pity that the number of buckets is limited, [-], and there will be no more buckets.In the middle of the night, I can't ask people to work overtime.

After finishing the fruit work, Fan Chengfeng was seriously dissatisfied with the daily sales volume of Xian Tea House's online shop when looking at the quantity of fruits.

With this kind of performance, how much money does it cost in a day.

Have you seen the more than 30 dark green emeralds in the secret room?

It will take four to five years for Zhou Wanru to earn back the current sales volume of the online shop after she spent a few days in retreat.

It took so long to replenish, it was hopeless to think about it.

However, looking at the cloth bag that Zhou Wanru gave to him, Fan Chengfeng felt a lot calmer. It just depends on how much value these rubbish in Zhou Wanru's eyes can create.

Of course, at this time, Fan Chengfeng also somewhat understood what Zhou Wanru meant when he said that a cultivator should not take things outside his body too seriously.

Lack of money, that's easy to say, just go to the house of any big power and drop in, and you can solve it with a little finger movement.

Well, only at Zhou Wanru's level.

For Fan Chengfeng now, he needs to pick a few soft persimmons before he can act.

There was still an hour before dawn, and Fan Chengfeng was not in the mood to sleep, so he simply opened the cloth pocket Zhou Wanru gave him, and poured out the contents like beans in a bamboo tube.

Then, the whole person couldn't move his eyes away.

This really brought the Demon Cult's treasury here, and some gold, silver and jewels were poured out first.The real money was placed on top, probably Zhou Wanru pretended it casually at the end.

All the gold, silver and jewels were poured out, and the pile was almost as high as a person.

Under the illumination of the lights, the golden light was shining, and Fan Chengfeng's eyes were dazzled.

Fan Chengfeng opened his mouth. He might need an appraiser now. If all these gold, silver and jewelry were sold, how much would it cost?
Also, it looks like there is something in the pocket.

Changed an open space, Fan Chengfeng continued to fall.

First, a pile of weapons fell down, almost eighteen kinds of weapons were collected, Fan Chengfeng took a look and knew that these were definitely not ordinary products.

After all, the Demon Cult is also composed of warriors, and the guys gathered must not be bad.

But now these things are the most troublesome to deal with, and you need a professional counterpart.

Among the people Fan Chengfeng knew, only a few priests from the Mu family might be interested in these things.

In addition to the eighteen weapons, there are some antique calligraphy and paintings, and a book bound in thread.

"These are all skills, I'm afraid."

Fan Chengfeng flipped through a few books, and they were indeed some inner skills and martial arts cheats.However, many of these inner strength methods are quite upright, and it may be that the Demon Cult has scoured them from various places over the years.

In short, Fan Chengfeng's happiness can be said to be entirely based on the pain of the Demon Cult.

The things in this cloth bag were all collected by the Demon Cult like a hamster storing food for the winter, but in the end Zhou Wanru brought them all back in one bag.

The behavior was indeed a little shameful, but Fan Chengfeng smiled.

Because Fan Chengfeng believes that no matter what the circumstances, it is the unshirkable responsibility and obligation of all righteous people to attack the Demon Cult. His doing so has greatly weakened the strength of the Demon Cult.

"It's a pity that there is only one Demon Cult. If there are more, we might be able to find a shortcut to get rich."

Fan Chengfeng curled his lips, thinking very dissatisfied.

If other people hear this kind of words, I am afraid that he will be sprayed to death with a mouthful of salt soda. Can this way of making money be addictive?
Bang!
Budou continued to deliver things, this time it was no longer pieces, but a whole box that landed on the ground.

No, it's not a box, it's a huge rectangular piece of jade.

Fan Chengfeng jumped back, "Is there really such a magical thing?"

There was a cold air on the rectangular jade, and the cold air was overwhelming. Standing on the side, there was an illusion that the blood was about to stagnate.

The surface is extremely smooth, and the size is just enough for a person to lie on.

Fan Chengfeng had seen this object in a TV series, it was called an ice bed, and it was of great help to warriors when they were practicing.

Originally, Fan Chengfeng thought it was all the scriptwriter's nonsense, but after seeing this real thing, he was still shocked.

Trying to get close to the ice bed, he put his hands on it, and suddenly a chill rushed from his palms to his forehead, the corners of Fan Chengfeng's mouth twitched, and when he withdrew his hands, they were already glowing red.

Even he couldn't resist this temperature.

"I don't know how those people came up with the idea to sleep on it and practice?"

Fan Chengfeng couldn't help complaining that the temperature was at least tens of degrees below zero, and the blood would coagulate if it stayed on it for a few seconds.

If you want him to practice on this, he will go crazy every minute.

In such a cold place, it is still extremely hard to lie on. There are too many external interference factors, and it is impossible to concentrate on cultivation.For those who can use such a large piece of ice as a bed, Fan Chengfeng expressed his all-out admiration.

This is the tragedy of becoming a monk halfway. Without a bit of inheritance, you don't understand the correct way to open the ice bed.

First of all, before using the ice bed, those martial artists were running their internal forces at full speed to resist the cold, and they would not start formal training until they gradually adapted to it.

There has never been a person like Fan Chengfeng who forced himself to lie down because of his excellent physical fitness. This kind of person has a nickname, called the head iron.

"But seriously, it's pretty amazing."

The cold air from the ice bed made Fan Chengfeng afraid to approach it, so he had to put it in his cloth pocket.

For some reason, Fan Chengfeng suddenly came up with a bold idea, that is, he wanted to see if the bed of ice would melt if it was exposed to the sun for a day.

If you dare to say such things in front of other people, I am afraid that many people will bite their cheeks even though they know they can't beat them.

Put everything into the cloth pocket, this is a mobile treasury, Fan Chengfeng put it into his nebula ring unceremoniously.

Fan Chengfeng, a cloth pocket with such a large space, was moved last time, but Zhou Wanru didn't let go.

But after seeing Zhou Wanru take out two at a time, Fan Chengfeng naturally took the cloth pockets unceremoniously.

After doing these things, the sky turned pale, Fan Chengfeng called Tie Ying up to be a nurse, and then went down the mountain to have breakfast by himself.

Along the way, Fan Chengfeng was still thinking about the gold and silver jewelry in the cloth pocket, not knowing which one to choose for Zhou Wanru.

Sometimes there are too many good things, and it is also a very troublesome thing.

(End of this chapter)