Chapter 407
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Leaving the injured people behind, Violet Ring swung her sleeves and strode toward the direction of the Flying Dragon Temple.
From the moment she arrived to the moment she left, it only took her five breaths.
But her icy figure was still deeply imprinted in Yang Yan's heart, making him lose his wits and follow her from a distance.
At the same time, the conversation between Zhen Xiaoxiao and Small Gruel in the tent was not over yet.
"There is another one, you will definitely like it better."
Hearing Zhen Xiaoxiao's praise for the gift, the proud look on Small Gruel's face was even more obvious.
What?
Hahahaha!
There is another one?
Zhen Xiaoxiao touched the hair tie behind her and stretched her neck to look at Small Gruel.
Under Lin Sanjiu's curious gaze, Little Porridge took out another item from his pocket.
What the hell is this?
A small stone board!?
At this time, the thing that Small Gruel was holding in his hand was only the size of a palm.
The two sides were straight, forming a standard right angle, and the rest of the parts were jagged and irregular. It seemed to be a fragment of some kind of square object.
Looking at the pitch-black stone slab, there were some hard oyster shells attached to it. They seemed to have been petrified, as if they had been abandoned in the sea for a long time and had only been excavated recently. There were no spiritual energy fluctuations on them.
Zhen Xiaoxiao frowned and looked at Small Gruel, who regarded it as a treasure.
But she didn't doubt it.
Because he had just shown his profound attainments in repairing broken treasures. Since he said that this broken stone board was better than the hair tie, he must have his reasons.
Just when Zhen Xiaoxiao had this idea, Small Gruel's hand had pressed on the stone board and rubbed it hard.
One time!
Two times!
Three times!
It was even harder than washing the ribbon. After five times of rubbing, the symbiotic creature on the stone board completely disappeared, revealing its smooth and black original appearance.
The color was darker than the night, instantly absorbing the temperature and color in the space. However, the crisscrossed golden lines on the stone board were like stars in the sky, silently illuminating the darkness that swallowed everything.
Zhen Xiaoxiao blinked in surprise.
What appeared before him was a chessboard!
Unfortunately, it was only a broken corner.
However, even if more than half of it was damaged, it still emitted an indescribable aura that was completely different from common magic treasures. It was unfathomable like an ancient well, yet also like the deep universe that contained boundless variables.
"You're amazing!"
Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn't help but give Small Gruel a thumbs up. Although he didn't know what the broken corner of the chessboard could do, he could feel that it must have been an extraordinary treasure.
If he appeared at the auction with his current appearance, he wouldn't be able to get it for 100,000 French dollars. Only the discerning Little Gruel managed to find these two treasures from the dazzling goods in the tent auction.
"It's here again! So strong! "
The Sand Butterfly, who was wandering aimlessly in the crowd, suddenly raised its head.
Previously, when she found the aura of the holy object flashed in the broken tent, she immediately said goodbye to Yang Yan and rushed to the auction, but in the end, she didn't find anything.
Instead, she was unlucky to see the wooden building collapse, and the entire tent trade fair was terminated halfway.
Just as she was returning in disappointment, the aura emitted by the holy object fragment was unprecedentedly strong!
"It's in that direction!"
She cast her burning gaze toward the colorful tents.
"For you!"
Small Gruel enthusiastically stuffed the chessboard fragment into Zhen Xiaoxiao's arms, but after reaching out, his expression froze.
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