Chapter 1857

Han Xiao patted the dust in his hands, glanced at the tripod, and said, "this is the real double dragon tripod. It can melt all things, and can control all kinds of fire. It is unique in the world."

Han Sanqian took a breath of cold air. He could not have imagined that the two rotten cauldrons which had just been broken and not explored had turned into a shining God tripod in an instant.

Its appearance alone has already doomed him to be extraordinary, not to mention the dragon pattern of its tripod body, which is like two real dragons.

Han Sanqian no longer understands this knowledge, but it can also be determined from the appearance that it is absolutely a big treasure. Compared with the red tripod that he spent more than 1 million yuan before, it is just a big difference.

"Take it with me before I change my mind." Han Xiaodao.

"No, No After Han Sanqian was surprised, he shook his head in a hurry.

Han Xiao immediately frowned. It was obvious that Han 3000's words made him a little surprised: "don't you want it?"

"Yes, I don't want it." Han Sanqian shook his head firmly.

"Are you a fool? You don't want such a good thing? " Han Xiaodao.

"As I said, no reward will be paid for nothing. Obviously, the more noble this tripod is, the more I can't take it. Please take it back, master. Today, I'll treat it as if I haven't been here." Han Sanqian finished, turned and left.

Han Sanqian is a man of integrity. He can't be greedy for a small price. He should not be greedy for his stool. This tripod is obviously a peerless treasure. Han Sanqian thinks that he has a million amethysts. It is just a joke to buy this thing.

"Boy, you stop. You don't want it. I want you to. You are stubborn, but I am more stubborn than you." Han Xiao saw Han 3000 to go, and immediately cried out.

With that, he moved his hand, and the gate in front of the temple suddenly closed.

Han 3000 reluctantly turned back and said, "master, why do you need it?"

Han Xiao scorned to smile: "do you think you are the only one who talks about principles? Han Xiao is more principled than you. Since I sold it to you, I have no intention of returning. "

"But..." Han Sanqian is in a dilemma.

Han Xiao coldly looked at Han Sanqian. Seeing the embarrassment in Han Sanqian's eyes, Han Xiao's tone slowed down a little: "you are also a good young man. I like you very much, so I gave you another part of the double dragon tripod. It's left by my side, and it's no longer of much use, but it's just used to cover some leaking rain."

"Since it can find the Lord, it should have continued to play its role, rather than with me, the old man, from now on."

"If the elder has to give it to me, then I'll give you some more money. Otherwise, I'll be upset." Han Sanqian said sincerely.

"No, that one million has been my greatest wish. Money is of no use to me. I've been used to this kind of hard life." Han Xiao said softly.

Han Sanqian is confused by his words and has no interest in money, but he has to exchange his beloved things for money. What logic is this?!

"What's your name, boy?" Han Xiao asked.

Han Sanqian hesitated, but after a moment, he still said, "Han 3000."

"Well, to sum up, you and I, tens of thousands of years ago, could not have been a family." Han Xiao showed a rare smile, and then, he looked at Han 3000: "OK, Han 3000, come here and I'll teach you how to use the double dragon tripod."

Han Sanqian nods and goes to Han Xiao's side. Then, Han Xiao slaps Han Sanqian directly on his back. For a moment, Han Sanqian only feels that there are many crazy memories in his mind. The next second, Han Xiao has recovered his palm peak.

After Han Xiao takes back his palm, he looks at his palm and frowns. Because there is a faint black in the center of his palm.

He gave Han 3000 a complicated look in his eyes, then lowered his head to think about something.

"What's the matter, master?"

"Is it really fate?" Han's words are like those of his own.

When Han Sanqian was unknown, he was going to lie in and look for Han Xiao. Han Xiao had already come out, holding an old yellow and moldy book in his hand. While walking, he looked up at Han 3000 from time to time.

Han Sanqian was completely made by him. The monk was confused and stood in the same place, at a loss.

A moment later, Han Xiaoxiao took a breath, closed the book, and looked at Han 3000 motionlessly, and he was about to lose his hair.

"What's the matter, master?" Han Sanqian couldn't bear it. He couldn't help asking again.

Han Xiao did not answer, looking at Han 3000's melancholy expression, but suddenly a loose, then, face full of bitter smile smile.

"Fate, fate, it's fate." Han Xiao looked at the black spot of his palm and shook his head with a wry smile.

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