Douluo: Take the First Poseidon's Nine Tests

Chapter 121

As the former Prince of Xingluo Empire, his mother is still the princess married by Tiandou Empire, although Hemingway is not popular because of half of the enemy's blood. But there is no shortage of money. Especially when he fled to the sea at the age of six, his mother put all her small coffers into a storage ring and gave them to him. So at this time, he has a lot of good things in his storage ring. Gold coins, even if they are not piled up like a mountain, are at least enough to make him a rich man for a lifetime.

Anyway, Hemingway, money.

But at this time, the middle-aged man didn't even open his eyes. He still lay leisurely on the couch and said, "you don't have enough money."

Hemingway said, "this is a hundred gold soul coins. That's right."

The middle-aged man's vague voice said faintly, "but my crystal wants to sell 200 gold soul coins."

"You..." Zhu Zhuqing finally couldn't help it this time. He just wanted to say something, but Hemingway waved to stop him.

"OK, two hundred gold soul coins."

With that, Hemingway took out another money bag and now there are two in his hand.

"You don't have enough money. I'm talking about 500 gold soul coins." The middle-aged man was still old and said.

This time it's even harder. It's more than doubled!

Hemingway's eyes narrowed slightly, but a smile appeared on his face. His tone remained unchanged and said, "OK, five hundred gold soul coins are five hundred gold soul coins!"

He wants to see how greedy this profiteer can be.

As the saying goes, no more than three things happen.

Once or twice, if he is greedy, Hemingway will let this guy know what will happen if he is too greedy!

He took the two small bags of gold coins back into the storage ring. As soon as his wrist turned over, there was a large money bag. There are not many, not many, exactly 500 gold soul coins.

Zhu Zhuqing saw what he wanted to say here, but he finally held back.

Clinker, it turns out that people's greed is really endless.

A rotten crystal pit has five hundred gold soul coins, and Flander is not satisfied. Still lying on the couch, he said in a casual manner, "you heard wrong. I said a thousand gold soul coins."

Three times.

For the third time.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him as if he were looking at the world's first profiteer.

Hemingway's face did not change when he changed his price for the third time. He just said slowly, "a thousand gold soul coins, are you sure you don't want to change the price?"

This was the last chance he gave Frank. If he stopped here, he knew that enough was enough. Hemingway may not have to let him go and buy the gem with a thousand gold soul coins. After all, after reading the original, he doesn't hate the role. But if greed continues

"Well, take five thousand gold soul coins and this crystal." Frank said bluntly.

"Oh."

Hemingway smiled.

If you don't die, you won't die.

Facing Frank's five times price, he nodded gently and said, "OK, five thousand gold soul coins are five thousand gold soul coins. But now I don't have so much cash with me. Why don't I mortgage a treasure to you for the time being. Do you think so?"

"Oh, treasure!"

Frank opened his eyes when he heard this, and there was obviously some interest. He straightened up from the recliner and asked with interest, "what kind of treasure?"

"That's it."

Hemingway gently pulled out the Poseidon Trident tied to his back, held the black and insignificant Trident in one hand, and solemnly said: "it is said to be a secret treasure of the sea, which I got by chance when I visited the sea, but I can't see its secret."

"Isn't it just a fork?"

Frand looked at the dark and insignificant Poseidon Trident, seemingly careless. But in fact, I am very sure that this thing is definitely not ordinary. According to his intuition of profiteers for many years, this thing must have a big secret! Nothing ordinary.

I didn't expect to find such a treasure with a broken crystal today.

Made a lot of money!

Even though he was very excited in his heart, what kept on the surface was a careless way: "it's nothing strange. Just take it to me." Then he held out his hand and motioned him to throw it to himself.

"OK, then you can connect it."

Hemingway showed a kind smile on his face, and then gently threw out the Poseidon Trident... The dark Trident slid through a beautiful parabola in the air, and finally landed steadily in the palm of Frank's outstretched hand.

Frank seemed very careless. After all, the black Trident in Hemingway's hand was as light as wood. Even if it had a little weight, it must be very limited. Who knows, when his hand touched the Trident thrown, he only felt that what he caught seemed to be a mountain!

"Boom!!!"

Crazy tremor of the whole store!

Moreover, the land involved in the surrounding shops was shaking, and the whole street seemed to be hit by a small earthquake!

"Ah ah!!!"

A shrill howl followed.

Turn your eyes back to the store.

At this time, a huge pit appeared in the whole shop, with cracks all around, and even spread to the wall... The whole house became a dilapidated and dilapidated house. It doesn't seem strange that it will collapse at the next moment.

But Flander, who was still an old God and looked like a casual expert, knelt down in the pit. His right hand was blurred by a black Trident. He saw that the hand had been abandoned.

Frank howled bitterly, and one hand was pressed under the Trident, so that he had to kneel like this. Like a humble lost dog. Where is the arrogance of the original profiteers.

Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at the miserable shop owner in the pit below, with indifferent eyes. There was no fluctuation in my heart about this tragic scene. Because he deserved it!

Insatiable greed should come to this end!

Is Poseidon Trident so easy to connect?

It weighs eighteen thousand kilograms!

Such a heavy hand to pick up... It took only one hand to count him lucky.

"All right, stop howling."

Hemingway's smile remained unchanged and asked with a smile, "how about my Trident, which can be regarded as a treasure after personally confirming it?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My Trident is a little heavy. You should be careful when you take it." He seemed to think of something, so he reminded, "it weighs eighteen thousand kilograms."

"Sleeping trough NIMA's 18000 kg. You TM call it a little heavy?!" The whole palm was forcibly smashed, and Frand, who was almost speechless in pain, collapsed in the pit and scolded in his heart.

He knew that he had been planted this time.

Look out of sight.

These two young people are definitely not ordinary soul masters.

Not to mention anything else, he never heard of the weapon that smashed his hand. It weighs a hundred and eight thousand kilograms. What's this concept? Can anyone really pick up such a heavy weapon?

Frank knew that he had kicked the iron plate this time.