My Mr. Song is super protective!

Chapter 987 [1060] Colorful Phoenix Clothes 3
Hei Huo proudly returned to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs, "How about it, now believe what I say.

If you don't believe me, you can still burn it with fire.

If you can leave a trace, the clothes will be given to you for nothing. "

Fu Yimo said, "You said it, don't regret it!" He took out a lighter from the drawer, pulled up a corner of his clothes at random, and turned on the lighter. The flame was so big that his hands couldn't stand it. up.

Only then did I turn off the lighter, but the top of the clothes was intact, and it didn't look like it was burned at all.

I touched it with my hand, and there was not even a little bit of residual warmth on the clothes, and I was not infected by the flames at all. The touch of my hand still felt a little bit cold.

"This is incredible, what kind of fabric is this dress made of?"

Hei Huo laughed loudly, "How could I know that!
If I knew, I would make dozens of them.

I can tell you quietly that the ancient tomb where the clothes were unearthed has a history of at least 2000 years. This is what I deduce from other funerary objects. "

Fu Yimo didn't pay much attention to this dress before, but now he can't put it down in his hand, but it's a pity that it's a women's dress.

If it was a man's clothes, he put it on directly, and looked at the clothes and kept shaking his head, thinking it was a pity, but when he heard that there were other funeral objects, he put down the clothes and walked eagerly in front of Hei Huo.

"What other funeral objects did you find? Why didn't you bring them together?"

Heihuo shook his head regretfully when he thought of the incomplete funeral objects, "It's all ruined, I didn't make the tomb this time.

My subordinates told me that when the curtain was opened, it was all intact.

But I don't know what happened, after a gust of wind blew past, only the clothes were left, so undamaged.

What is left is like being corroded by the air.

It's such a shame it's all ruined.

The owner of the coffin was a woman. When it was first opened, she was no different from a normal person. It was said that she was very beautiful, noble and charming.

But that gust of wind blew past, and the woman's body dried up..."

When Fu Yimo heard the last sentence, he almost couldn't help throwing up, took a sip of tea, and suppressed the sour water in his stomach, "Then just say, how much do you plan to sell this dress for.

It's a pity, if it's a men's style, I'll just keep it and wear it.

It's a pity that this is a women's model, and I am going to sell it.

You also have to meet the right host. "

Hei Huo sneered, "Boy, are you planning to lower the price?

How much do you think this dress is worth? "

Fu Yimo was devastated when he thought of the hundreds of thousands left in the safe. He never thought that one day he would worry about money.

"To be honest, the cash I can scrape together now is only about 30 yuan.

Do you think it is okay? "

Hei Huo stood up with a bang, walked to the table, put away the clothes, folded them carefully and put them in the box, then turned around and said, "You're not kidding, are you?
30, you are so embarrassed to say it.

This dress is at least 100 million. If you want to buy it, you can quickly bring the money and we will pay for it and deliver it.

If you don't want to buy it, then just give me a good word, and I'll go right away, and find another home for the clothes.

If I hadn't cooperated with you many times, I wouldn't have come to you first at this first stop.

It turned out that you were lucky, you actually came to suppress my price, you are really kind. "

(End of this chapter)