Chapter 78: 1.078 thigh

Chapter 78
"Mother, I'll see if I can come back." Qiao Muxing hurriedly ran past Wei Ziqin.
Wei Ziqin turned and glanced, with a smile between his eyebrows: How long haven't I seen my daughter so happy, now it looks like a vibrant child.
As soon as Qiaomu ran out, he saw a dozen carriages parked outside his yard. Many guys were removing a mouthful of boxes from the carriage and temporarily piled up beside the yard door.
A young boy in black clothes stepped forward to Qiaomu, respectfully saluting, "Little master, can all the boxes be moved in?"
"Move, move to the Chaifang." Qiaomu glanced at the young man with a five-stroke gesture.
The villagers were all attracted by the great movement of the Qiao Mu family, and they surrounded the carriage to admire the tightly covered box.
"Qiao Qiao, did you buy all the gold that Tian Daozong gave away when you bought so many things?" The neighbor's grandmother looked curiously at these things in front of Qiao Mu's courtyard. With so many boxes moving in, wouldn't it fill up the large area of ​​Qiao's yard?
Qiaomu nodded, pulled Qiaohu out to help direct the carrying of the box, and he followed the boy in black to enter the door and asked them to move the mouthful of boxes to the side of the firewood room.
The number of boxes was a little bit more than Qiao's estimate, and she blinked at the boy in black with a little doubt, blinking.
"Here are 3000 irons, each made of fine iron. Thirty boxes, one hundred irons in each box." The boy in black opened one of the boxes next to Qiao Mu and showed her He glanced at the dark shiny iron-ya made in the box.
Then took a small silver-plated box and handed it to Qiao Mu. "You have collected this little master. There are ten black gold arrows. After you identify the master with blood, you can take them back every time you hit it. This is not much. Well, it must be collected. "
Qiaomu looked at the young man with bright eyes. "Why?" The nine hundred and two gold she gave, not to mention one of the black gold arrows, could not even buy half of the hair.
Wujin, even if she is ignorant, knows that this is a top-grade material used to create mysteries, which is very spiritual, and a whole black mine may not be able to dig out a small Ujin.
This is a valuable and non-marketable thing. The prince of the local tyrant has ten black arrows in one shot! How do you always feel like you have a thick thigh?
The young man in black smiled, "Little Master, don't worry, don't need money for these."
Qiaomu rolled his eyes in a bad temper, and said in his heart that you dared to collect money, and I immediately drew you from this door to that door!
The boy in black suddenly felt that he had a very good sense of comprehension. He saw a hint of brutality from the little girl's eyes. He hurriedly closed the lid of the box, and held a small box and handed it to the girl, It is also a twelve-level mystery created by Ujin. His Highness said that, like the ring ruler given to the little master, its level is currently suppressed to about three, and the little master can use it.
Qiaomu reached out and looked at thirty ordinary crossbows, and put them together with Wulian crossbows. Then he turned to look at a box of clothes being carried in.
According to the previous agreement, a prince bought her clothes that she could wear for twenty years ...
Qiao Mu raised her hand and touched her little nose, and she coughed. It seemed to be a long time in the past twenty years. At that time, she really felt a little bit embarrassed about his meaning.
(End of this chapter)