Chapter 37 (1/2)
”What, is... A storage ring?”
”My God, it's the legendary storage ring. The first prize is the legendary storage ring. I'm... I'm dead.”
”If I had known that, I would have gone all out to kill monsters. That's the legendary storage ring...”
”I can see the legendary storage ring in this life. It's worth my life.”
……
There was an uproar in the market. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the plate held by Mo Jueyuan. To be exact, it was the simple ring in the plate. Their eyes were hot and they were full of admiration, but no one else thought about it.
Mo Jueyuan was able to compete in the 70 training period by himself. This achievement is by no means what ordinary people can achieve. Even if it's not xiangkongjing, it must be infinitely close. To rob a xiangkongjing master's thing with the strength of the training period, this person is either an idiot or his head is caught by the door.
Mo Cong looks envious and looks down at the long gun in his hand. He smiles and his eyes all smile.
When Mo Yuting saw that Mo Jueyuan's prize turned out to be the legendary storage ring, she immediately showed a sweet smile and was very happy. That's her brother. The higher her brother's achievements are, Mo Yuting will only feel happy from the bottom of her heart.
Mo XingKong took up the ring and solemnly handed it to Mo Jueyuan
”Xiaoyuan, this is a storage ring that my father got by chance a few years ago. You can use it well. Its space is not big, only five square meters, but it's enough for you to use.”
Mo Chueh yuan, seeing that his father gave it to him so solemnly, and the reaction of all the people in the field, murmured in his heart:
”It's just five squares. Is it precious? My Haotian ring has nine seals. Before the seal is removed, it has ten square meters. This is too small. ”
Of course, Mo Jue yuan just thought about it in his heart. He didn't dare to say it, otherwise he would be struck by thunder.
”Yes, father.”
Mo Jueyuan quietly concealed the trace of Haotian ring, and solemnly put away the storage ring.
Seeing Mo Yuting on one side, Mo Jueyuan's eyes turned and he laughed.
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Soon after, the award ceremony was over, and everyone went back to Mo's house.
On the way, Mo Jueyuan pulls Mo Yuting forward, and they fall at the back of the line.
Mo Yuting looks at Mo Jueyuan suspiciously and says:
”Xiaoyuan, what are you doing? The team is gone.”
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”Sister, let's exchange. You know, I like to fight with fists best. Gloves are more suitable for me, and this ring is useless to me.”
With a smile on her face, Mo Yuting took out the gloves made of pure gold silk thread from the leather bag around her waist and gave them to Mo Jueyuan.
”I was going to give you gloves. Keep the ring. It can hold a lot of things. In the future, if there are any treasures, they can all be put in it. As long as the ring is not taken away, those things will be absolutely safe.”
”No, I don't have anything to put. Besides, I'm an old man. What ring do you take? It's ugly. It's so earthy. If you don't take it, I'll give it to you.”
With that, Mo Jueyuan shoved the ring into Mo Yuting's hand, then turned around and walked forward.
Looking at the head shaking Mo Jueyuan in front of her, Mo Yuting felt warm in her heart. She tightly grasped the ring in her hand, and then quickly caught up with it.
……
Time flies. In a twinkling of an eye, three days have passed. At this time, Mo Jueyuan's injury is almost cured.
Looking at the thin claw mark on his chest, Mo Jueyuan's eyes were cold, and his whole body was haunted by invisible evil spirit. The temperature of the air in the room decreased.
”Old thief Mo Yu, young master will kill you one day.”
Just then, a soft voice came out of the door.
”Xiaoyuan, my father came to us.”
It's Mo Yuting.
”I see, sister. I'll come right away.”
When Mo Yuting interrupts, Mo Jueyuan immediately returns to normal. With a bad smile on his face, he walks out of the room in vain.
Mo Yuting looked at Mo Jueyuan's walking posture and said angrily:
”You son of a bitch, walk on foot, shiver what ah, is not itchy skin?”
Mo Yuting looks up and down at Mo Jueyuan and shows a bad smile. Mo Jueyuan is honest.
”That's about the same.”
Mo Yuting nodded with satisfaction.
A few minutes later, they came to Mo XingKong's study.
”Father, what's the matter with you calling us here?”
Mo XingKong looks at Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting solemnly
”The supreme elder wants to see you two.”
When Mo Jueyuan and Mo Yuting heard this, they were stunned for a moment. Subconsciously, a figure appeared in their mind, a thin old man standing in front like a mountain, fearless and fearless.