"Those broken spirit fish are almost ruined. The fish bones and bone marrow must have been taken away on the spot. The spirit horns are so broken that they are of no value and they are reluctant to throw them away. When they return to the port, they pick them up and have what they want and deal with them at a cheap price. If no one wants them, they can only be treated as garbage in the end. This is the case with the sea ghost. You can make some money, but you can't make a profit. Anyway, the fishing boat is so big, so just put it there to take a look."

"Oh, how much is this worth?" Du Qian's mind became active. The broken spiritual horn was also spiritual horn. If it was very cheap, you could buy some and try it. The combat power increased by dozens in two days. He didn't think that he had practiced until he had ended his hard work. There must be a reason for his character explosion, but he was still not sure about this reason.

"A long time ago, I was talking about piles. I thought I wanted to find a bunch of them, but there was no fixed number. Sometimes it was dozens of dollars, sometimes it was a few dollars."

My heart was hot, and I swallowed the burger in my hand in a few mouthfuls, walked forward, and tried to show myself calmly.

The manager in charge of this place was met yesterday. A manager under the Buzhou Business Bank, whose surname was Li, did not remember what his name was, Du Qian did not remember. There were too many people he had seen in the past two days.

"Manager Li, I'm busy." Du Qian said hello, but he didn't get too close. There were dozens of big men standing around the track of the picker. Judging from his expression, at least they were all martial monks, and any one of them could beat him up.

"Haha, I'm not too busy. This is the last boat today. Officer Du just had a meal. It's so hard." Manager Li said lukewarmly, looking down without looking up. With the strength of Buzhou Business, he basically cannot use a small patrolman like Du Qian, but he is unwilling to offend him. Sometimes, it is also very troublesome to offend a small person, especially young people, who are more angry.

"How many of these broken fish can be sold?" I couldn't help but ask the second sentence.

The guards around saw Du Qian's police uniform and the manager's understanding was not as nervous as before, but from time to time, their eyes slid over Du Qian's body. This feeling was not very good, as if they were stabbed by a needle.

Is a martial monk so awesome? Can his eyes hurt people?

"There are not many broken fish today, and this pile is only worth more than a dozen yuan. Is Officer Du interested?" He still has the ability to do business here and his vision will not be bad.

"I haven't seen it, my first time." Du Qian said, haha, and the meaning of buying it was already expressed.

"Look at it fresh, it's easy. Take all ten yuan away. I can still do this." Manager Li Wen Xian Zhiyin. This kind of thing is despised by the big business companies at all, but they must enter the public account. It is not their own thing. Manager Li naturally doesn't care much about it, it's enough.

Broken fish belongs to the business, and favors belong to oneself. Moreover, this is not a bad rule.

"That's thank you." Du Qian naturally wouldn't be polite. What is it? Is it worth ten yuan per pound?

There are not many broken fish, of course there are more than one pound, ten pounds. The truly valuable things inside have been picked out long ago. Most of them are minced meat, fish scales, etc., and things that are not easy to pick. A small part are broken into slags.

A guy next to Manager Li wrapped the thing in greasy paper with a very eyebrow and handed it to Du Qian. Du Qian quickly took out his ID card and swiped it on the wireless terminal handed over by the guy.

"You're welcome. If Officer Du likes this thing, I'll keep it for you in the future. There are not many things, but there are them every day." Manager Li said, this is really just polite. He'll keep it for you every day. What if you don't want it? Who am I going to go?

After tonight, this thing is worthless. After the spiritual weapons such as Spiritual Horns and Spirit Thorns leave the body, the spiritual energy dissipates quite quickly. After more than a day, it is basically garbage.

It takes several days for a fishing boat to go out to sea to return to port even if it is near the sea, and a large boat even needs to go out to sea for more than half a month. Therefore, the number of such things will definitely not be too large, and those that have expired will be thrown into the sea long ago.

I took the things, thanked me again, turned around, and saw Feng Bao's disapproval. You are an orphan in war, and you just made some money, and you are so generous. In the future, you will live a hard life.

After get off work, return to the bureau, and the handover is completed, Du Qian ran wildly and returned to his home. Time is money. Du Qian has deeply realized it now. One minute every night, maybe a part of the fragments of spiritual weapons in the bag will turn into garbage.

With such a large amount of things, the storage box will naturally not be able to hold it. It is the right way to use it directly. You don’t even have to take a shower and start posing with a stinky and sweaty body.

Induce the spirit into the body, I touch it...

This time Du Qian was in a good state of mind, and was fully awake, and experienced it carefully. The feeling of hunger really came again, but it was very light and could not even be considered hunger. It was like seeing afternoon refreshments, eating a few pieces if you want to move, and it would be nothing if you don’t eat it. This is the feeling.

A trace of thick spiritual energy flows into the body along the fingers. That's right, it means that from the fingers, not from the head to the body as usual, the source channels are completely different.

Sweat quickly leaped out of the skin, slid across the wheat-colored body, and gathered into pieces on the floor. The spiritual energy penetrated into the body, and when it reached the chest, it was indeed half less, and the rest slowly merged into the whole body.

I don’t know how long it took, but the spiritual energy at my fingertips disappeared, and there was still spiritual energy pouring in from the top of my head, and the speed returned to normal.

This so-called normal would be quite abnormal if it were three days ago, at least ten times the level.

Take a few deep breaths, tremble your arms and muscles everywhere in your thighs, and slowly recover from the styling of the spirit-induced styling until the spiritual energy disappears, then stand up and move your sore, soft, numb and swollen limbs.

Looking down, there were a pile of disgusting meat on the ground, mixed with silver scales. There were many gaps, and that small part of the broken spirit disappeared without a trace.

"Yeah!" Du Qian cheered.

"Brother is the protagonist, I have a halo...yeah..." Du Qian screamed very quietly this time, for fear that others would hear it. Brother is really not natural crazy.

The experiment was successful, and I don’t know how much combat power it has been improved. The disappeared broken spirits should have been absorbed, but how much combat power it can improve with such a bunch of them? It’s so confusing.

I took a shower slowly, put on my clothes, and walked towards the commercial street. I didn’t take the bus today. Not to mention taxis, even if I didn’t take the bus, I saved a little bit.

Can the warrior absorb the broken spirit? Or the warrior doesn’t look down on the broken spirit at all?

Can the spiritual weapons that only combatants can absorb can also absorb them yourself?

Along the way, Du Qian was almost hit by a car several times, turning a deaf ear to the driver's screams and confusion, and his mind was full of doubts. Unfortunately, he didn't dare to ask anyone for such a thing.

There is no need to worry about slices or something. There is no such thing in the Zhoushan Empire. In this world, there are incredible martial arts monks, awesome talisman gathering masters, and the mysterious soul-controlling god. Du Qian's changes may not be very strange.

But this ability is too amazing. Even if Du Qian's IQ is only above the level, even if Du Qian's emotional intelligence is far below the level, he knows that there will be no pie falling from the sky, and it is definitely not a good thing for a baby to hold a gold brick.

From childhood to adulthood, I am only a smarter person, a genius, and has no relationship with him. The change has only happened in the past few days, and it is impossible for no reason.

Especially this ability is definitely something that attracts people's hatred. It's safest to rob people of your heart if you want to rob them.

In addition to these things, money is also a headache. Compared with the worst spiritual horn worth more than 100 yuan, the value of broken spirits is worth a lot to my grandma's house.

But no matter how cost-effective it is, it is a real money. He doesn't know how the effect of ten yuan per bunch is. He can guess one thing, which is definitely not as good as a complete spiritual horn that costs hundreds of yuan. There is no comparison between the two.

A spiritual horn can improve your combat power by dozens of dollars. How much can it be improved for ten dollars?

The biggest problem is that there is only that little money left in your identity card, which is not enough to see. In addition to practicing, you also have to eat, so it is impossible to spend it all.

Make money, make money, but how do you make money? It takes ten days to get a salary. The salary of a newcomer seems to be paid for the whole month, which is also one of the benefits. Even so, a salary of more than fifty and sixty yuan seems to be of little effect.

"Bang..." Du Qian was struggling and troubled, and he ran into the big tree casually.

"Hehe... Sister, look at his stupid look, you can see you hitting a tree." A silver bell-like laughter rang beside her.

My mind dizzy and I woke up instantly. Du Qian was not walking too fast. Six thousand's combat power had a great effect at this time. It was just a hit on his head, but it was still a relatively soft tree pole, which was nothing at all.

Turning his head and seeing that ten steps away from him, a pair of blind sisters were standing there.

The person who spoke should be the one who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a strange look on his face, looking at himself and her sister at the moment.

My sister is about the same age as Du Qian. She stands there like a quiet weeping willow, extremely quiet. Because she is on the side, she can't see her face clearly, even so, it's amazing.

Among the girls of Du Qian's class, there is no such beautiful girl. The three beauties in the same class happened on the day of graduation exams. What impressed people the most was not their appearance, but their talent that makes people admire.

If anyone can compare with this pair of sisters, it seems that there is only an aunt, but he is inherited by his aunt and is a naturally beautiful cousin, who is slightly inferior to that.

A war orphan little **** like Du Qian, you ask him to tell him what beauty is and where the beauty is. It’s really hard for him to be beautiful. You can’t say that there is a mouth under your nose.

As long as you are a person, especially a man, loves beauty, it is the water of the river and flows endlessly. He has a very intuitive way of judging. Put a few girls together and you will see who you first look at and who you stay on for the longest time, then who is the most beautiful.

Beauty cannot be quantified. Beauty has its own advantages, and beauty varies from person to person. It can attract your eyes and allow your male hormones to be secreted quickly, that is beauty.
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