บท 452: tempering

tens of thousands of meters up in the sky.

inside a hazy barrier, an old man and a strong man sat opposite each other with a chessboard in the middle.

"grandma xu, you've lost again. pay up!"

a muscular man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was wearing a shiny silver armor, put down the black piece in his hand and said casually.

"sigh, i'm old, i can't beat you young people ..."

on the other side, the old man in the black top hat sighed and took out a box of gold notes, placing them on the table.

" i can't, i can't. i've lost four to five million in just a few days. my heart aches! "

"hehe, i'll listen to you,"

the robust man was all smiles. he first put away the gold notes and the chessboard, then took out a can of tea leaves and handed it over with both hands, "

"this is dragon blood lion tiger tea, a good thing for nourishing the skin and blood. you can have a taste."