Nine trials of Douluo's preemptive sea god

Chapter 121 The Punishment of Greed!
As the former prince of the Star Luo Empire, his mother was also a married princess from the Heaven Dou Empire, even though Hemingway was not popular because he was half of the blood of the enemy country.But there is no such thing as money.Especially when he fled to the sea at the age of six, his mother put all her small treasury in a storage ring and gave it to him.So at this time, he has a lot of good things in his storage ring.Among them, even if the vulgar things like gold coins were not piled up like a mountain, they were at least enough to make him a rich man for a lifetime.

In short, Hemingway is not short of money.

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

Hemingway said: "This is a hundred gold soul coins."

The middle-aged man said in an indistinct voice, "But my crystal costs two hundred gold soul coins."

"You..." This time Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help it anymore, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Hemingway with a wave of his hand.

"Alright, two hundred gold soul coins."

After finishing speaking, Hemingway took out another money bag, and now he has two in his hand.

"You don't have enough money. I'm talking about [-] gold soul coins." The middle-aged man still said with a godlike expression.

This time it was even more ruthless, more than doubled!
Hemingway narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was a smile on his face, and he said in the same tone: "Okay, five hundred gold soul coins are five hundred gold soul coins!"

He wanted to see how greedy this profiteer could be.

As the saying goes, there are no more than three things.

It's fine once or twice, if you continue to be greedy, Hemingway will let this guy know what's the end of being too greedy!
Putting the two small bags of gold coins back into the storage ring, he flipped his wrist, and a much larger money bag appeared.No more, no less, exactly [-] gold soul coins.

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to say something when he saw this, but he held back in the end.

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

A piece of rotten crystal pitted [-] gold soul coins, and Flender was still not satisfied.Still lying on the recliner, he said with that casual attitude: "You heard me wrong, I said one thousand gold soul coins."

three times.

The third time I changed my name and increased the price.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him as if he was looking at the world's most profiteer.

But Hemingway didn't change his face when he changed his words and raised the price for the third time. He just said slowly, "One thousand gold soul coins, are you sure you don't want to change the price?"

This is his last chance for Flender, if he stops here, he knows the reason to stop it.Hemingway might let him go and buy this gem with a thousand gold soul coins.After all, having read the original book, he doesn't dislike this character.But if you continue to be insatiable...

"Okay, you take the five thousand gold soul coins, the crystal." Flender said bluntly.

"Ah."

Hemingway laughed.

It's true that if you don't die, you won't die.

Faced with Flender's five-fold increase in price, he nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, five thousand gold soul coins is only five thousand gold soul coins. But now I don't have so much cash with me, why don't I buy a treasure I will mortgage it to you for the time being. How do you like it?"

"Oh, treasure!"

Flender opened his eyes when he heard this, obviously interested.He straightened up from the reclining chair and asked with great interest, "What kind of treasure?"

"This is it."

Hemingway gently pulled out the Sea God Trident tied to his back, holding the black and inconspicuous trident in one hand, and said solemnly: "It is said that this thing is the secret treasure of the sea. The sea got it by accident, but it has never been able to get a glimpse of its secret."

"Isn't it just a fork?"

Flender looked at the dark and inconspicuous Seagod Trident, seemingly indifferent.But in fact, I am very sure in my heart that this thing is definitely not a mortal thing.According to his intuition of profiteers for many years, this thing must have a big secret!Nothing out of the ordinary.

Unexpectedly, with a piece of broken crystal today, such a treasure can be found.

Make big money!

Even though he was very excited in his heart, he kept saying casually on the surface: "This thing is nothing unusual. Forget it, let me have a look." He stretched out his hand and motioned for him to throw it over to himself.

"Okay, then you can take it."

A kind smile appeared on Hemingway's face, and then he gently tossed the Seagod Trident like this... The pitch-black trident slid through a beautiful parabola in the air, and finally landed steadily towards Flender's outstretched palm.

Flender seemed very careless. After all, in Hemingway's hand, this black-painted trident was as light as wood. Even if he thought it was a bit heavy, it must be extremely limited.Unexpectedly, when his hand touched the thrown trident, he felt as if what he caught was a mountain!

"Boom!!!"

The whole shop trembled crazily!
What's more, the land of the surrounding shops was also shaken, and the whole street seemed to be hit by a small earthquake!
"Ahhhhh!!!!"

A mournful howl followed.

Turn your gaze back to the inside of the shop.

At this time, a huge deep pit appeared in the entire shop, and cracks spread all over the surroundings, and even spread to the wall... The whole house became a dilapidated and dilapidated building.It seems that it is not surprising that it will collapse in the next moment.

However, Flender, who was still an old man with a careless expression on his face, was kneeling in the deep pit at this moment, his right hand was bloody and bloody under the pressure of a pitch-black trident. Seeing that this hand was useless .

Flender howled terribly, and one hand was pressed under the trident, so that he could only kneel like this.Like a humble bereaved dog.Where is the arrogance of the original profiteer.

Hemingway and Zhu Zhuqing stood on the edge of the pit, looking down at the howling shop owner in the pit below with indifferent eyes.There was no wavering in his heart at this tragic scene.Because he deserves it!

Insatiable greed, this is exactly what should happen!
Is the Seagod Trident so easy to pick up?

It weighs one hundred and eight thousand catties!
To pick it up with such a weight with bare hands... he was lucky to lose only one hand.

"Okay, stop howling."

The smile on Hemingway's face remained unchanged, and he asked with a smile: "How, after confirming it with my own hands, can my trident be considered a treasure?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My trident is a bit heavy, so be careful when you hold it." He seemed to remember something again, and reminded him like this: "It weighs a hundred and eight thousand catties."

"Fucking hell, it's a hundred and eight thousand pounds, you call it a bit heavy?!" The entire palm was smashed, and Flender, who was so painful that he could hardly speak, collapsed in the deep In the pit, he cursed in his heart.

He knew that this time he was planted.

Look away.

These two young people are definitely not ordinary soul masters.

Not to mention anything else, he had never even heard of the weapon that smashed his hand, let alone seeing it.It weighs a full hundred and eight thousand catties, what kind of concept is this?Can anyone really pick up such a heavy weapon?
Flender knew that he had hit the iron plate this time.

(End of this chapter)