Everyone in the Xia family has their hearts in their throats!

The Confucian-like Guo Hong frowned, and his mouth screamed calmly.

However, there was no calmness on his own face!

There was no foam or sponge in my suitcase, it was full of newspapers ordered by Fangzhou.

In the seventies and eighties, porcelain was wrapped in newspapers.

The third lump of newspaper oranges, I deliberately peeled it very slowly, very slowly.

The slower, the greater the pressure on the Xia family.

The slower, the more nerves can be tormented!

not only tortured the Xia family, but also tortured the people on the scene.

By the way, he tortured Wang Chaopeng behind him.

I smashed his exclusive car, but he didn't get angry, and took Wang Xiaobai to watch my performance.

This Dapeng golden-winged eagle can handle it!

But for now, don't bother him!

Let's beat the Xia family to death first!

"Mr. Guoda. You just said that there is no Xu Hui Cup in this world?".

Without warning, Guo Hong's eyes tightened, and his pupils shook several times. Next to him, Huang Guanyang, Shen Yuming, and Xu Chunxiang were struck by thunder, and their hairs stood upside down.

"Indeed, indeed...... ...... confirmed"

For the first time, the voice of the great Confucian Guo Hong, who was not alarmed, was seriously stuck, staring at my newspaper without blinking, showing unprecedented anxiety.

I stopped with both hands!

Suddenly, the Xia family's upper and lower bodies couldn't help but tremble together.

"Is this what your master said?"

I tore open the newspaper, put the third flower god cup into the Yuan blue and white plate, and casually scooped up a lump of newspaper from the tattered box.

When the third Lady Flower God Cup appeared on the stage, the tense nerves of countless people suddenly relaxed. The audience reproduced the most neat exhalation sound.

Huang Guanyang trembled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, Shen Yuming and Xu Chunxiang glanced at each other, revealing the happiness of the rest of their lives.

It was rare, Xia Erji, who was so thick that he didn't know the sky, also sat down, revealing unprecedented tension.

Needless to say, the Xia family, the Dao heart is in chaos!

"It's true that my master said it."

Guo Hongwu responded to me with a Confucian demeanor: "Over the years, not only our Xia family has been searching, but collectors all over the world have also been searching."

"I don't know what you said, Mr. Tong?"

For Guo Hong's shameless questioning, I naturally want to teach Guo Daru a lesson.

"The Foot Basin Ghost King's favorite in his life is the Twelve Flower God Cup. Order the Oriental History Museum to handle this matter."

"After countless burning, looting, and looting, the Oriental History Museum has successfully collected eleven Flower God Cups, except for the August Cup."

"Pu Yi made the emperor go to the ghost city of the foot basin to pay homage to the ghost king, and the ghost king also specifically asked about the flower god cup."

"But I was told that the Flower God Cup was never taken out of the palace."

"The Ghost King is quite dissatisfied with this, and regrets it."

"Within a few years, the Oriental History Museum finally found the August Cup in Lin'an."

"But by this time the little boy had exploded, and the footbasin was defeated."

"The August Cup was also loaded with the Awa Maru. Eventually, it will sink forever in the South China Sea."

"From now on, the August Cup will never be earthly."

My words were very soft, but they were heard all over the audience!

Guo Hong's face was heavy, and he rarely showed two points of admiration.

The five notaries nodded their heads one after another. Even the old meanness on the stage raised his eyes and threw me a squint.

"Mr. Tong. What you and my master said is almost identical."

Guo Hong bowed his hand to me again: "I would like to know, which master Mr. Tong is from?"

I dismissed this and said quietly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Guo, what I just said is a folk legend, and it can't be true."

Under the poof.

A red tide covered Guo Hong's whole face, filled with righteous indignation.

The corners of my mouth curled, and Mu Ran said, "If it's a wild history

If the legends are true, then my August Cup should be fake!"

Guo Hong blinked and straightened his body like a spring, and his eyes stabbed me straight into the palm of my hand.

"Infinite moons of branches, full of flowers...... Nature...... Autumn."

Reading this poem out of my mouth, I raised my right hand, bent my five paws, and held a blue and white multicolored cup painted with osmanthus in my palm and slowly buckled it.

At that moment, my hand turned into a divine palm, descended from the sky, and smashed down on the blue and white plate of the green dragon.

Too.

A sound of creation and clarity curbs the heavens and the earth, through the past and the present, and across the world.

Xia Er's arms stretched out his one-foot-long neck, and he let out a scream that tore through his liver and sausages: "Xu Hui Cup!!

"Xu...... Hui Cup!"

Shen Yuming, who was two meters away, was swinging, trembling and screaming, as if he was seeing a god.

Xu Chunxiang looked at the August Cup with wide eyes, and shouted as seriously as ever: "Fake! Qianlong's. Fake! Qianlong's!"

"Shut up!"

Ma Jianli rushed up, smacked Xu Chunxiang in the back, and turned around to get the Flower God Cup.

"Shut up!"

Guo Hong shouted in a deep voice and tiptoed up, striding meteors, galloping horses, and grabbing them when he raised his hand.

Ma Jianli and Guo Hong grabbed the rim of the August cup almost at the same snap of their fingers.

In an instant, the fingers of the two people flicked away as if they were electrocuted, and then poked out in an instant. "Senior brother. I'll see first."

"I...... Good. You see."

"Calm, calm!"

Guo Hong shouted calmly in his mouth, his eyes were anxious, and his breathing was disordered: "Look, don't tell me." I'll do it myself."

"Hold steady!"

"Calm down!"

Ma Jianjian nodded heavily, his right hand trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath and held his breath.

As in the past, the horse was built using the same identification techniques. Only this time, his hands were hovering over a pile of newspapers on the ground.

Ma Jianjian's hand work has nothing to say, and the psychological quality is okay!

It's just improvising!

Take an August cup and shake your hands, then take a three-autumn cup or a chicken bowl cup, and don't shake it apart!

Even his hands and eyes looked at it for a while, but Ma Jianli still couldn't put it down, holding the August cup. Shen Yuming, who was on the side, was so anxious that he kept urging.

Guo Hong's eyes next to him were also red.

"Have you finished reading it? Let me take a look."

Coldly, the old president of the Xilan Printing Society came out and said in a loud voice: "I haven't finished reading it for a long time. Death in a hurry."

Ma Jianjian turned a deaf ear, and the whole person seemed to be enchanted.

It was at this moment that I spoke quietly; "President Lin, I still have one here. You take your time appreciating."