Chapter 12 Three No Waste Rings (

The colorful and golden dragon ring was the treasure left by my father to Luoshen Mountain.

With a light drop, a large piece of paint fell off, revealing the rusty bronze iron inside, and even... even the glittering golden dragon head fell off, leaving only half of the dragon tail and a black hole.

The sun sets in the west, the bright moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are like naughty children, flashing in the starry sky to make people laugh.

In the courtyard, Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingyu, leaning against each other, sitting side by side on stone chairs, looking up at the stars, thinking about their own thoughts.

Huh!

Ye Qinghan was gasping for a long time, and his fingers rubbed against a bronze ring on his ring finger, extremely depressed.

After his afternoon identification, this ring was finally completely rated by him as a "three-no waste brand" ring without any magical functions, no economic value, and no ornamental value. Simply put, it is an ugly broken copper ring, a waste product that is thrown on the ground and no one checks.

In the afternoon, after the ring dropped off the ground and dropped the golden dragon head, he expected it to be a fake. But he was still unwilling to give up and fantasized that there would be a miracle. So he carefully hung up the golden surface outside the ring. He got the bronze ring with an extremely ordinary appearance. The ring was made of bronze, black, and there was no blue dragon, fire phoenix or something engraved, but a large word "soul". Ordinary rings would be typing or something when they were created, which was very ordinary.

But Ye Qinghan doesn't believe in fate and always thinks of miracles. He has read many online articles in his previous life, and the magical artifacts and immortals in them all look very ordinary and requires special means to activate the recognition of the master.

So he took the simplest method to recognize his master.

So I endured the pain and used a knife to cut my fingers and dripped blood on it, but there was no fart reaction.

I gritted my teeth, fearing that there was not enough blood, so I squeezed it hard and continued to drip.

After dripping more than half a bowl of blood, he finally reacted... The ring was fine, he was in trouble - his mind began to get dizzy, his head was heavy, his eyes were filled with stars, and it was obvious... he had lost too much blood.

OK! The blood is useless, so let's change the method. So it was roasted and smoked again. In the end, he even ran to the cottage and threatened that the ring would not appear again and would throw it away.

After a while, 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 it was the only thing left by his father, he thought about it and did not throw it away. He wore it without any trouble, and used it as a souvenir.

The first place in the earth list, the master father of the third level of the Imperial Realm, left him two "high treasures". One was a "semi-finished product" and a "semi-finished product" that was unknown whether there was a dangerous one. The other was a completely copycat product. It looked glamorous but a bag of grass inside. So he was depressed for an afternoon.

"Brother, you have said before that people will turn into stars in the sky after death. Is this true?" Ye Qingyu sat quietly, wearing a white dress, with a quiet and graceful face, and under the moonlight, it looked like a fairy falling from the mortal world.

"It's almost the same as turning into fart stars and turning into mud..."

Ye Qinghan was depressed at this time and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. When he was a child, he told some myths to his sister when he was bored, but this simple sister believed it.

However, when he turned to look at his sister's eyes that were as dark as black pearls without any impurities, he felt that he could not bear to destroy the beautiful fantasy in her heart, so he tilted his head and said, "Uh... I mean, the body turns into spring mud, the soul ascends to the sky and turns into stars. People as good as our mother and father can definitely turn into stars!"

"Yeah, it will definitely be. A person as good as a father and mother can turn into stars in a while and will never fall into eternity. If my father hadn't adopted me back then, Qingyu would have long known where she would have been. My father went long ago, and my mother treated me like my own child, raised me and taught me. Qingyu could not repay the kindness of the two elders even if she died, but unfortunately, Qingyu failed to repay the kindness, and they would be gone..."

Ye Qingyu spoke, and his tone gradually became choked. He lowered his head slightly, put his head closer to his arms, and started crying gently.

Uh! The woman was indeed made of water. Ye Qinghan sighed in his heart, patted her back gently, and comforted her: "Okay, the dead are gone, don't you still have me, my brother! We will depend on each other in this world in the future!"

"kindness!"

Ye Qingyu nodded gently and looked at Ye Qinghan with a foolish look.

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