"Yes, someone has paid a lot of money for the magic core of the blue-eyed snow sculpture. I am afraid that I will have to stay there for several days, maybe more than a month."

Mercenary missions have never been a secret. If there are any missions that mercenaries cannot accomplish, they will also pay high prices to lure strong ones.

So Scimitar naturally had no scruples and said it casually.

The Blue-Eyed Snow Sculpture is a level 7 intelligent monster that contains powerful power. Who is so generous as to want the magic core of a level 7 monster?

Feng Baoer raised his eyebrows, but seeing that the scimitar was quite light, he must have made the final decision.

"Brother Scimitar, I'm going to go out for a walk first and I'll be back in a while."

Thinking of the simple items prepared in the package, Feng Baoer's pupils were like fireflies, and the sunlight was flowing.

For a moment, Scimitar looked a little distracted, and nodded dully: "Come back early, there will be nothing you can do after the time has passed."

Once the time is up, the mercenary group will leave quickly and will not wait for anyone.

"I see

A blurry smile appeared on Feng Baoer's lips, and her elegant figure walked out gently...

As soon as he came out of the mercenary group, a child surrounded him: "Sister, do you want some medicinal herbs?"

Medicinal herbs, Feng Baoer stopped and saw that the baskets in the hands of these beautiful children were full of low-grade medicinal herbs.

These herbs were effective in treating bruises, but she was going to a dark forest, so naturally they couldn't get into her eyes.

"Big sister, you don't need it." Feng Baoer touched the child's head and saw that he was not easy at a young age and was wearing thin clothes.

I can't help but shake my head, this world is so cruel.

A strong person, when everyone looks up to him, turns his hands into clouds and turns into rain, his money and status are extremely noble.

The weak, the lowly ants, are struggling in the sea of ​​misery and living an incomplete life.

"Sister, please choose one. If you don't buy it, I will get beaten when I go home."

The child raised his little face, and his childish face was full of hardships and hardships.

He looked at Feng Baoer eagerly, his bright eyes like stars.

At this moment, Feng Baoer couldn't bear to refuse. She bent down and carefully rummaged through the little boy's basket.

A red vermilion fruit came into view. The vermilion fruit was very small and had nothing special except for its bright color.

"What is this?" Feng Baoer pinched it gently in his hand.

"I don't know either. I found it on the outer edge of the dark forest."

The little boy didn't understand. When he picked it, he just thought the fruit was novel.

"Okay, I want this."

Feng Baoer smelled it and felt a fragrant aroma. Judging from her sharp eyes, the red fruit had no toxins.

"Ah, do you want this?" The little boy was a little disappointed, wondering how much this red fruit was worth.

"That's it, no need to look for it." Feng Baoer took out a silver coin and put it seriously in the little boy's hand.

"This, this is too much." The little boy was at a loss and shook his head repeatedly.

One silver coin is equal to 1,000 copper coins, which is equivalent to two months of his family's life.

"It's okay, you put it away." Feng Baoer's thick eyelashes trembled, and when she didn't give the little boy an answer, she walked away in a few breaths.

The little boy stood there blankly, holding the silver coin in his hand tightly, looking at the elegant and immortal figure, his little mouth squirmed: "Thank you, sister."
Chapter completed!