"Good piano! It's really good." Mo Liancheng flicked the strings again with his fingers.

The sound of flowing water, the clear and crisp music of the zither.

Scholar Bai Jing said sincerely: "If Lord Mo likes it, I would like to give this piano to you."

"No need, a gentleman will not take away someone's love." Mo Liancheng politely declined.

Regret flashed in the fair scholar's eyes.

Does this mean that Mo Liancheng doesn't want to have a close friendship?

At this time, Mo Liancheng said: "I haven't thanked you enough for your patience during this period."

"It's just a little effort, Mr. Mo is too polite." Scholar Bai Jing said frankly, indeed, it was just a small plot, no bloodshed, provoking, sending letters, collecting some information, for them, it was really nothing more.

Even for small matters, there is almost no need for members within Hell to take action. Only some people on the periphery can take care of the matter.

Mo Liancheng nodded and asked directly: "Did you bring the things?"

"Bring it here, Lord Mo, please take some." Scholar Bai Jing put away the piano on the stone table, and then took out more than thirty storage bags, which were all filled with elixirs accumulated in hell. He put the storage bags

One by one, they were placed gently on the stone table.

When Mo Liancheng negotiated the deal with him, he had already stated that he would help them refine the medicine as soon as the matter was over. Now that the matter was over and Mo Liancheng was about to leave, it was naturally time to fulfill his promise.

Scholar Bai Jing sent another brochure.

It records the number and types of elixirs inside.

Mo Liancheng took the booklet and opened it to look at it.

He believed that the elixir contained in a white scholar’s ​​work would not be wrong.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Mo Liancheng had a clear understanding of this batch of elixirs. The background of hell was still inferior to that of a big sect like Yudao Sect. He said calmly: "Here, there are about one hundred and forty

The amount of seven high-grade elixirs, Cheng Dan... You also know that Cheng Dan will have risks."

The fair scholar raised his eyebrows and his heart trembled.

How much percentage will Mo Liancheng give? Scholar Bai Jing has no idea, but it mainly depends on Mo Liancheng. Generally, an alchemist can only get around 20% for a hundred copies of a high-grade elixir.

.However, according to the information he received, the rate of pills in Mo Liancheng was terrifying, almost reaching over 99%.

However, he is also very dark.

Although the affairs of Yu Daozong are secret, Hell still knows a little about it.

"Okay, I see how nervous you are. You have picked up four treasures and got a big deal..." Mo Liancheng smiled lightly. He took out the four treasures and let Hell throw them into the Void Township to cause chaos. Nothing happened.

, I threw it away, but I threw it according to Scholar Baijing’s own calculations to gain the upper hand.

Naturally, after the treasure has been wandering around for a while, it will eventually fall into the hands of the people in hell.

Mo Liancheng raised his sleeves and swept away the many storage bags on the stone table.

In the blink of an eye, the stone table was empty, with nothing left?

The white scholar opened his eyes and was very surprised, "Space secret treasure? Or space stone?"

"I got a treasure in the Holy Land. I'm afraid it won't take long for you to receive the news." Mo Liancheng said with a smile, "Okay, I'll give you a hundred, which will be considered as your hard work during this period." He was still easy to talk to.

However, when he said this, his eyes turned cold, "But... you'd better remember this. It's best and never be an enemy of me. Because... you can't afford to offend me. Of course, if hell is in nothingness,
Chapter completed!