12 chapter three no waste ring (

The radiant, golden golden ring, the old man left him with the treasure of the Lost Mountain.

Just such a gentle fall, actually dropped a large piece of paint, revealing the rusty copper iron inside, even... even the glittering gold dragon head fell, leaving only half of the dragon tail, and A black hole in the hole.

Sunset Xishan, the moon is hanging, the stars are like naughty children, twinkling in the stars to tease the world.

In the small courtyard, the night is light and the night is whispering. They rely on each other and sit side by side on the stone chairs, looking up at the stars, thinking about their own thoughts.

Huh!

The night was cold and gasping from time to time, and the finger rubbed against a bronze ring on the ring finger, which was extremely depressed.

After his afternoon's appraisal, this ring was finally completely judged by him as a "three no-waste brand" ring without any magical function, no economic value, and no ornamental value. To put it simply, it is an ugly broken copper ring, and there is no waste on the ground.

In the afternoon, after the ring fell off the ground and the gold faucet fell, he expected it to be a fake. But he is still not willing, and there will be miracles in fantasy. So he carefully hangs off the golden surface outside the ring. I got the bronze ring of the ordinary appearance of this appearance. The ring is made of bronze, black and white, and there is no such thing as a dragon or a phoenix. It just engraves a big word "soul." The average ring will be typed when it is created, which is very common.

But the night is not cold, and I always think of a miracle. I have seen a lot of net texts in the past, and the artifacts in them are all very ordinary. They need special means to activate the confession.

So he took the easiest way to confess the Lord.

Then he endured the pain, took the knife and cut his finger and dripped the blood up. As a result, there was no reaction.

Biting your teeth, afraid of blood is not enough, squeeze hard, continue to drop.

After dropping half of the bowl of blood, there was finally a reaction... The ring was fine, he had something to do - the mind began to faint, top-heavy, staring at Venus, it was obvious... too much blood loss.

Ok! The blood is useless, so change the method. Then it was fire roasting and smoked. Even in the end, he ran to the huts and threatened the ring to show no more spirits. He had to throw the ring down.

It’s been annoying for an afternoon, the ring is still the same, but it’s a little black... it’s baked. In desperation, the night light cold finally gave up, in view of this is the only thing left by his father, so he considered it, did not throw it away, nothing to wear, right to commemorate the item.

The first place in the list, the high-ranking man of the emperor's three strong, left him with two "heavy treasures." One is a "semi-finished product", and I don't know if there is a "semi-finished product" that is not dangerous. The other is a complete knock-off of the goods, the appearance is glamorous, but inside is a bag of grass. So he was depressed for an afternoon.

"Brother, you said before, people will be turned into stars in the sky after death. Is this true?" The night whispered quietly, wearing a white dress, his face was quiet and beautiful, and the moonlight reflected like a fall. The fairy of the dust.

"It’s almost like a star, and it’s almost like mud..."

The night was cold and depressed at this time, could not help but whisper. When he was boring when he was young, he told my sister some myths. As a result, this simple sister still believed it.

But when he turned around, his sister's black eyes were like black pearls, without any impurities. I also felt that I couldn't bear to destroy the beautiful fantasy in her heart. I sweared and said: "The amount... I mean, the body is turned into spring mud, the soul is turned into a star, and the people like our mother and father are so sure. Can be turned into a star!"

"Well, it must be, the father and mother are so good, they will be turned into stars, and they will never fall. If the father did not adopt me back, the whispers would not know where to go. The father went early, the mother kissed I am like a child, raising me to hurt me to teach me. The whisper is that you can’t repay the old feelings of the old man, but if you whisper, you will not be rewarded, they will not be there..."

The night whispered and said, the tone gradually whimpered. Slightly hang down, bend your head close to your arms and gently weep.

amount! The woman really did it with water. She sighed in the cold night, gently patted her back and comforted her: "Oh, the deceased is already awkward, you are not my brother! We will live together in this world." !"

"Yep!"

The night whispered gently nodded, looking at the night with a crazy look.

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