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- Hu Huan said softly: "Because you have the only spiritual spring eye in the world!"
Mostima suddenly laughed. Although he didn't know if Hu Huan had Lingquan eyes in his hand, would a person who was willing to exchange Lingquan eyes with him be short of Lingquan water?
This is not a question, but a rhetorical question.
Elizabeth's blue eyes lit up, and she said, "I also want the water from the spiritual spring, what's the price?"
If the brothers and sisters of the Bai family heard this sentence in the hot spring of Lingquan Zhishuidui, they would inevitably produce "what money"? Such an unreasonable question.
Mostima said with a smile: "One ton"
Elizabeth said in surprise: "It doesn't take that much!"
Mostima immediately changed his words: "One kilogram is 600,000 U.S. dollars."
Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, the price is still acceptable.
Both Hu Huan and Ma Chengwu decided to wait for Elizabeth to go offline before negotiating business with Mostima. This price is too black-hearted.
The price Ma Chengwu can accept is US$600,000 per ton.
The price that Hu Huan can accept is postage included.
The water of the spiritual spring is worthless, and he has eleven spiritual springs in his hand. Mostima only needs to transport some liquid in, and it doesn't matter whether it is the water of the spiritual spring or not.
Mostima knocked on the table, regained his seriousness, and said, "Old friend, I need your help."
"I've stayed at Tier 3 for too long."
He glanced at Ma Chengwu and said, "Although Enzo has tried a lot in private behind my back, he is still far away from success. Even if he works hard for another hundred years, he still cannot see through the gap between the fourth order of our system." Secret, I trust you even more, after all, you were our reliance back then."
Ma Chengwu really wanted to refute that he had already taken Juju, but the final research still reached a dead end. Ma Chengwu didn't know Hu Huan's identity, but he knew that any veteran, deacon, or captain of the Taiping Heavenly Army had wisdom and experience beyond his own reach. I believed that Mostima was right about this kind of thing, so he remained silent. Without saying a word, I also want to know how Hu Huan will react.
Mostima made a formal request, Hu Huan pondered slightly, and said, "I don't have a clue yet, but I can organize a note for you."
Mostima is in a good mood. Of course he knows how valuable Hu Huan's notes are. They are the wisdom of the veterans of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers. As a captain, he has no authority to read them. .
Hu Huan added another sentence, saying: "Things back then were too bad. Although the times have changed, the army from the other world has invaded, and there are many fourth-order strange monsters, which can provide you with sufficient materials, and you don't need to hunt Human professionals. I still don¡¯t want this note to spread too much, please promise me that it will only be read by reliable people.¡±
Mostima sighed faintly, of course he knew how frightening the Youshen Law was back then, and how many outrageous things the Soul Sect had done.
The reason why Hu Huan is unwilling to care about it is not only that he is also the founder of You Shen Fa, but also because he cares about the old relationship back then, and he, Mostima, has never offended this veteran.
Even at the craziest time, Mostima did not offend any of the elders. It is really impossible to say that Mostima was completely to blame for his conflict with Sun You.
He solemnly replied: "I can guarantee that the high-level of the Soul Sect will never use human professionals again. As for the low-level newcomers, they are too lawless, and I can only deal with them after the fact. I dare not say It must be able to limit their movements."
Hu Huan understood what Mostima meant. The same was true for the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers back then. The newcomers were more aggressive and unscrupulous. Most of the people who practiced the Nether God Method were the new generation.
For example, Ma Chengwu has almost no friendship with Hu Huan, Zhou Qiusheng, these old Taiping soldiers, and can only be regarded as familiar.
Although Mostima is the nominal patriarch of the Soul Sect, he can't control all the believers, he can only ensure that the oldest group of people are obedient.
After the four exchanged information, Hu Huan had nothing to say, and was about to leave the conference room when the mysterious figure in the third seat on his right raised his head slowly, smiled, and said hello: "Everyone Friends, you are very interested."
The man in the black high silk satin hat was dressed like a very old British gentleman. He looked very young, with no beard on his mouth, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a cane reclined by the seat, looking very polite.
He is very young, but his appearance is very old-fashioned, just like a scholar from a hundred or two hundred years ago, only in college.??Study science, never set foot in society.
Ma Chengwu was only slightly surprised, and Elizabeth was a little excited. She really didn't expect someone to join.
Hu Huan and Mostima were shocked at the same time, and they shouted in unison: "Seymour! Are you still alive?"
The young gentleman gradually regained his physical flexibility. He smiled at several people and said, "Cursing someone for not dying is not a good conversation starter."
Hu Huan knocked on the table and whispered, "Aren't you Seymour?"
The young gentleman glanced at Hu Huan, smiled slightly and said, "Hu Sheng, you guessed wrong."
Hu Huan also couldn't help but slightly wondered if he had guessed wrong, but this old title alone couldn't make him feel relieved.
Among the thirteen elders of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers, Seymour is also an extremely mysterious person.
No one knows what his fundamental law is. Like Hu Huan, this person is well-versed in a hundred schools of thought and has participated in the creation of many new laws. However, unlike Hu Huan, he often participates shortly, and at a certain moment, Suddenly bored, and drifted away, and then never asked about research work.
What Hu Huan was most angry with was that no matter what new laws he participated in, Seymour never wanted to invest. Hu Huan borrowed money hundreds of times, but never paid it back.
Mostima said unceremoniously: "Seymour, since he is not dead, pay back the money you owe me."
"I have an IOU here!"
Mostima casually picked up a suitcase and opened it, which was full of IOUs.
Hu Huan was surprised and said: "He owes you so much money? At the beginning, Seymour said that he only had a good relationship with me, so he was embarrassed to borrow money from others."
Mostima blurted out, "That's what he told me."
Seymour was being targeted by two major creditors, still handsome, without any panic, said leisurely: "I'm sorry, my father is dead, I'm little Seymour, the debt of the elders, let it rot like history. "
"We should embrace the future!"
"You shouldn't stick your eyes to the past."
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