Chapter 42

The corners of Liao Changgeng's mouth rose, as if there were two iron hooks. He pulled up vigorously, and the smile on his face became more and more brilliant.

Red hawthorn, or Baiyuan fruit, feels gloomy and bad in its name. The same is true.

Red hawthorn is the name that beautifies Baiyuan fruit. The small fruit in Liao Changgeng's hand should be called Baiyuan fruit correctly.

The Baiyuan fruit was born on the Baiyuan tree. The Baiyuan tree is good at keeping the resentment in the sky. It is a place where thousands of people die miserably. The Baiyuan fruit absorbs the resentment of the people who die miserably, resents the residual soul and matures to the ground. It is a great tonic for soul cultivation.

Everything has advantages and disadvantages. Resentment is harmful to practice and adds to the demons. People who take hundred resentment fruits are entangled by the resentment of hundred resentment fruits. They can't make progress in cultivation. What's worse, they can't die well.

Liao Changgeng's smile remained unchanged. The Liao family had a way to get rid of the resentment in the hundred resentment fruits.

There are seven hundred resentment fruits on a bamboo stick. One hundred resentment fruit can refine at least eight soul tonic pills, and there are 56 soul tonic pills for seven hundred resentment fruits.

56. Although this figure is not large, a soul tonic pill has a market and is priceless. It can be converted into real gold, silver and jewelry, which is more than enough to fill the Gu house.

After all, the soul tonic pill is rare, and the high price of the soul tonic pill is caused by its precious abnormality.

Liao Changgeng solemnly put away the hundred resentment fruits, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Gu Guan.

The middle-aged man raised his eyelids, and his cold eyes glittered with a terrible killing light. With a flick of his thumb, the waist long sword came out of its sheath an inch, and the blade was cold and cold.

Liao Changgeng and Gu Guan have a panoramic view of every move of the middle-aged man. If they go back on their word, she will ask them to taste the arranged consequences of breaking their promise.

After a long time, Liao Changgeng raised his hand. The middle-aged man put away his long sword and took a step back. His breath and prestige were all recovered from his body.

"Thank you, Miss Gu Guan." Liao Changgeng took out a thing, a small sword with a finger wide, "this is given by my elders. Although it is not as strong as the previous sword, it is unexpected enough to easily win the low-level strong in Ningyuan territory."

Gu Guan took the young lady and waved to Liao Changgeng and them to get out quickly.

Liao Changgeng didn't think so and took the middle-aged man out of the bleak courtyard.

Outside the bleak courtyard, Liao Changgeng is in front and the middle-aged man is behind.

"Young master, the hundred resentment fruits are rare. If you bring them all, your position in the family will be greatly improved."

The middle-aged man is the dark guard of Liao Changgeng's mother. After Liao Changgeng's mother died, he became Liao Changgeng's personal guard. He kept looking after Liao Changgeng and watched him grow up.

Liao Changgeng looked at the sky. "That woman has extraordinary strength and unique strength. I've never seen her before. If she fights hard, I'm afraid you and I will go to the yellow spring with her."

Liao Changgeng knows the reality and does not belittle himself. However, he is modest. His objective analysis shows that the result is almost the same as the correct answer.

"You can't be too greedy. I earn seven hundred resentment fruits for a ten thousand sword flying sword." Liao Changgeng strode away, and his clothes fluttered, showing a natural and unrestrained atmosphere.

The middle-aged man was loyal and never doubted Liao Changgeng. Liao Changgeng spoke with certainty, and the depression in his heart dissipated into nothing.

The night was cold and bright. The moonlight fell on Liao Changgeng's handsome face. His eyes narrowed slightly and his essence flew away. A pity expression appeared on his handsome face. The expression flashed away as if it had never appeared.

happy is he who is content?

ha-ha!

The practitioners who pursue the avenue, from stepping on this rugged truth, are satisfied, so that they have nothing to do with it.

Bleak house.

Gu Guan waved his sleeve and closed the gate of the bleak courtyard tightly.

"Poof." Gu Guan vomited blood and knelt on one foot.