Chapter 12 Three No Waste Rings

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That brilliant and gleaming golden dragon ring was the legacy of Luoshen Mountain left by his father.

With just such a light fall, a large piece of paint fell off, exposing the rusty bronze iron inside, and even... even the gleaming golden dragon head fell off, leaving only half of the dragon's tail and a black hole.

The sun sets in the west, the moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are like naughty children, twinkling and twinkling in the starry sky to amuse the world.

In the small courtyard, Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingyu sat side by side on stone chairs leaning on each other, looking up at the starry sky, each thinking about their own thoughts. [

Hoo hoo!

Ye Qinghan panted heavily from time to time, rubbing her fingers against a bronze ring on her ring finger, feeling extremely depressed.

After an afternoon of appraising this ring, he finally rated it thoroughly as a "three non-waste brand" ring without any magical function, without any economic value, and without any ornamental value. To put it simply, it was an ugly broken copper ring, a waste product that was thrown on the ground and no one checked it.

In the afternoon, after the ring fell to the ground and the golden dragon head fell off, he knew it was a fake. But he is still not reconciled, imagining that there will be miracles. So he carefully hung up the golden surface on the outside of the ring. I got this bronze ring with an extremely ordinary appearance. The whole ring is made of bronze. Ordinary rings will be typed or something when they are made, which is very common.

But Ye Qinghan doesn't believe in fate, and always thinks that a miracle will happen. I have read a lot of web articles in my previous life, and the artifacts and artifacts in them all look very ordinary, and special methods are needed to activate the recognition of the master or something.

So he took the simplest method, confessing the Lord with a drop of blood.

So enduring the pain, he cut his finger with a knife and dripped a drop of blood on it, but there was no fart reaction.

Gritting his teeth, he was afraid that there would not be enough blood, so he squeezed hard and continued to drip.

After dripping more than half a bowl of blood, he finally had a reaction... the ring is fine, he's in trouble - his head is dizzy, his head is heavy, his eyes are staring, it's obvious...he's lost too much blood.

All right! Dropping blood is useless, so let's change the method. So it was roasted and smoked again, and even in the end he ran to the latrine, threatening to throw the ring away if it didn't work.

After messing around all afternoon, the ring was still the same, but it was a little darker...it was roasted by fire. In desperation, Ye Qinghan finally gave up. Since this was the only thing left by his father, he thought about it and didn't throw it away. It was okay to wear it, and it was right as a souvenir.

The first place on the land list, the high-ranking old man of the third-level emperor, left him two "heavy treasures". One is a "semi-finished product", and it is not known whether there are dangerous "semi-finished products". The other one is a complete counterfeit product, with a bright appearance, but a bag of grass inside. That's why he was depressed all afternoon.

"Brother, you said before that after death, people will turn into stars in the sky. Is this true?" Ye Qingyu sat quietly, wearing a white dress, with a peaceful and graceful face. Under the moonlight, she looked like a fallen fairy.

"It's almost like turning into a fart star, turning into mud..."

Ye Qinghan was depressed right now, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice. When he was a child, when he was free and bored, he told some fairy tales to his younger sister. As a result, this innocent younger sister believed it to be true.

But when he turned his head and looked at his younger sister's eyes that were as black as black pearls without any impurities. Feeling that she couldn't bear to destroy the beautiful fantasy in her heart, she tilted her head and said, "Ah... I mean, the body turns into spring mud, and the soul ascends into the sky and turns into stars. People as good as our mother and father will definitely be turned into stars!"

"Well, I will definitely. People as good as my father and mother will turn into stars in a while, and they will never fall forever. If my father hadn't adopted me back then, Qingyu wouldn't have known where to go. My father left early, and my mother treated me like her own. She raised me, loved me and taught me. Qingyu means that ten thousand deaths can't repay the kindness of the two elders. It's a pity that Qingyu failed to repay the kindness, and they are all gone..."

As Ye Qingyu spoke, his tone gradually choked up. He lowered his head slightly, put his head close to the crook of his arms, and began to cry softly.

Forehead! The woman was indeed made of water. Ye Qinghan sighed in his heart, patted her on the back lightly, and comforted her: "Okay, the deceased is gone, don't you still have my brother! We will depend on each other from now on in this world!" [

"kindness!"

Ye Qingyu nodded gently, and looked at Ye Qinghan with bewildered eyes.