Lord of the Heavens Fate

Chapter 525: The third legendary skill!

Dirt road leading to the city.

On a moving car.

The photographer looked at Wesley next to him, hesitated for a long time, and finally said stutteringly.

"Wesley, that thing should belong to someone's monastery, just take it like that, isn't it good?"

"What's not so good? I tell you, this thing belongs to human civilization! I took it out and dedicated it to the museum so that everyone in the world can see it! What I did is a good thing!"

Wesley played with a fine octagonal stone, but saw a green snake carved on the front of the stone.

He does n’t know if the monastery has a millennium, but the mural should have a thousand years.

In other words, the stone in his hand is a thousand-year-old artifact!

Thousand-year antiquities are not necessarily valuable.

Material, appearance, fame, creator, story background, etc., are all the basis for determining whether the antiquities are valuable.

Although the temple is a thousand-year-old temple, its reputation is not obvious. The stone was placed directly on the mural outside the temple. The possibility of being valuable is too small.

But it is not valuable, does not mean that there is no value.

How much reputation can I get if I dedicate a thousand-year-old artifact to the museum?

Wesley was very hot.

Yes, this stone may not be valuable, but the name of the millennium antiquities is valuable!

With this name in mind, he speculated in moderation and immediately gained a lot of attention.

For him as a TV presenter, attention means money and status!

It can be said that whether he can tender the club in the future depends on this stone!

"Eisen, I took this stone lens, didn't you shoot it?"

Wesley said tentatively.

"No, no, how dare I."

Photographer Essen shook his head quickly.

"That's good! Rest assured, wait for me to give this stone to the museum, and your benefits will be indispensable!"

Wesley patted Eisen's shoulder with a stern look.

after?

When he is famous, who cares about this spicy chicken!

"I know."

Eisen flinched.

Although he thinks that the character of Wesley is unlikely to benefit him, but what if?

Wesley gave Essen a satisfied look. Although Essen was a spicy chicken, he was an honest man!

Will not resist, dare not resist, this is what he is most satisfied with Eisen.

"Be careful!"

Eisen suddenly braked.

"Ouch!"

Wesley was instantly knocked out of a big bag. Without a word, he slapped Essen directly.

"What's the matter with you? You don't want to do it, do you?"

Eisen dared not resist, and said quickly.

"No, no, no, yes"

"What is it?"

"There is a person in front."

"Someone?"

Wesley turned his head, and as he saw a person blocking their way, his brows immediately frowned.

"You are sick, don't you? Don't drag us to death! Hurry up and leave me! Don't want to ride, don't even think about it!"

The friendship of the people of the United States is established under certain conditions.

For example, for Wesley.

If the road is blocked by a beautiful girl with a Hollywood dream, he will ‘friendly’ agree to the request for a ride, and provide a ‘accommodation’ service for her dream.

As for the handsome Asian man in front of him

Wesley has always believed that for the sake of his dream, the boy should experience more suffering, and he is willing to provide suffering.

If not in a hurry to go back and do things with the stones in his hands, Wesley would even be happy to provide more suffering.

"Hitch a ride? No, I'm not trying to catch a ride."

"Not for a ride? Let me go!"

Wesley scolded loudly.

He, Wesley, a star host who is about to rise up, how can you control you for something!

"I came for a stone."

"stone?"

Wesley tightened his heart.

"Which stone is not a stone? There are a lot of stones on the ground over there. Pick it up for yourself! Now get out of here quickly, have you heard?"

His face was fierce and evil.

"It seems that what I said is not very clear. What I am looking for is an octagonal stone with a green snake pattern carved on the front."

Photographer Eisen changed his face and whispered.

"Wesley, the owner of the family chased it out! Hurry back to the stone!"

Snapped!

Wesley slapped Eisen on the head.

"Are you a fool? Even if the stone belongs, it belongs to the monastery. Is that guy a monk?"

Eisen froze for a moment, and he looked at the person in front of him.

Ok.

Have hair.

Not a monk.

Does Wesley make sense?

"I don't know what stone you're talking about, hurry and roll it for me, have you heard it? Entangling again, huh!"

Wesley sneered and took out a gun. As a location host running around, he was in a country like the United States.

"Did you see it? This is a real guy! If you don't leave, believe me or not, I'll blow your head with a shot!"

"Is it good to talk about it? I have to grab it."

Fang Mu shook his head.

"Humph! Are you afraid? Then don't hurry up!"

Wesley raised his head arrogantly.

Don't know, thought he was the gangster boss.

"look into my eyes."

A erratic voice suddenly entered his ears.

Wesley was angry.

"You don't understand well."

His eyes suddenly became apathetic.

"Now, put the gun down."

"it is good."

Wesley put the gun down.

"Give me that stone."

Unconsciously, Fang Mu had come to Wesley's side.

"it is good."

Wesley, just like a puppet, took out what he regarded as a rising treasure.

It was only at the moment of handing over that he seemed to think of something, and his expression suddenly struggled.

"Stone, Museum, Well-known Host"

"It's really troublesome!"

Fang Mu frowned slightly.

His hypnotism is quite good because of several high-level martial arts. After all, he has no special mastery, and it is enough in general, but it is dwarfed in important matters.

He glanced at the end of the road, his eyes flashing slightly.

"Cannot use extraordinary power!"

Turned his head.

He said again.

"I am the director of the museum ~ www.readwn.com ~ You can just put that stone in my hand."

"Museum curator?"

As soon as Wesley's struggling look loosened, he would hand the stone over to Fang Mu.

"~"

Photographer Eisen subconsciously opened his mouth to say something.

But before he could speak, a cold eye came, and he immediately lowered his head like a quail.

He is just an ordinary photographer.

No one organized, and the snake charm fell into Fang Mu's hands.