"Grandpa, do you think this jade pendant engraved with 'King of Shang' is a three-thousand-year-old object?" In the live broadcast room, Su Qingxue held up the jade plaque and smiled at the camera, but the barrage was filled with "hype" and "stories."
"Three thousand?" Lin Xuan, who was cleaning the bronze wine bottle without raising his head, said, "This is the gift I carved with my own hands for Shang Tang a hundred thousand years ago."
The barrage filled the screen instantly exploded into blanks - who would have thought that this retired old man who always squatted in the old alley and played chess was actually a reclusive old man who had lived for 100,000 years?
A new generation of high-ranking martial artists kicked out the gym and smashed up the store. He casually took out the sword of King Zhou Zhao from the "Warehouse of Time", and when the sword was unsheathed, he crushed the opponent's innate momentum.
When the Gaowu Association's helicopter hovered over the antique store, Lin Xuan patted the dusty bronze lamp: "The wealth accumulated over a hundred thousand years is enough for you to see."
——It turns out that the so-called longevity is just using one's lifespan to maintain a treasure house of time.
