This suit of armor used to be a distinctive symbol on the battlefield, but wherever the pagoda appeared, it would become a terrifying nightmare for the enemy.

But now, this once frightening armor has been sleeping here for many years, slowly rusting away under the care of time.

After Mr. Chen put the armor back in the box, he patted his somewhat bloated belly with a regretful expression, and said half-jokingly to himself: "It's a pity that I can't put it on."

After saying that, he looked back at himself and patted Ding Xiaoyi's shoulder gently with his palm: "Take it away. Although it is scrap metal, it can still be used as a collection!"

In the base car in the distance, when Redding heard these words, the corner of his mouth couldn't stop twitching.

Redding, who is familiar with the history and culture of the Xia people, knows exactly what this means.

The inheritance of the mantle also means that Mr. Chen officially recognized that Ding Xiaoyi is his successor.

Ding Xiaoyi was not polite and locked the box directly, stuffing the key into his pocket: "Come here another day and move it!"

Old Man Chen did not respond, but walked to the wall step by step and gently wiped off the dust on the picture frame.

I saw a group photo of six people on the photo frame appearing in Mr. Chen's sight.

Among them, Chen Lao's bare head is the best to identify.

It's just that at that time, Mr. Chen was a completely muscular man, with exaggerated muscle lumps all over his body. Standing among the six people, he looked like a MT.

There were five other people, three men and two women.

At this time, Mr. Chen pointed to the thin, bookish man on the far left in the photo frame and said: "This is my eldest brother and my boss, hehe..."

When talking about this person, Mr. Chen actually smiled like a fool.

It seems that my own voice, which I always shouted to myself, is still echoing in my ears: "Buddha! Blow up that fortress for me!"

"Buddha, how many times have I told you not to put chili pepper!!!"

"Buddha, I'm starving, please cook for me!"

The sound in his ears made Mr. Chen's eyes gradually blur. In his vision, he saw a suit of green clothes dancing wildly in the wind, with long hair carrying blood beads, facing away from him.

"Buddha... big brother is here to light up the rest of the way for you. In the next life, we will be brothers."

A man with two swords stood alone in front of the entrance of the secret passage. In the blur of sight, he disappeared under a bright light.

"Brother!"

Old Chen's tears rolled down his eyes and he took the photo out of the frame: "I don't know if I can take this thing with me, so just help me bury it in the coffin!"

Mr. Chen took a deep breath and handed the photo to Ding Xiaoyi.

After getting the photo, you will see everyone's name written on the back of the photo.

Among them, the man whom Mr. Chen called the boss suddenly had two big characters written on the back of the photo: "Emperor Yan!"

Put the photo away carefully. He didn't intend to throw it into the coffin, but to take it to Chaimu's new residence.

After all, Mr. Chen, you can’t take him with you, but I can!

Of course, he could only think about these words in his mind, but he could not tell Mr. Chen.

Well, at least not now.

At this moment, Mr. Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he punched the cement pillar in front of him. "Bang!" The whole house seemed to vibrate.

"That's...hiss!! Oh my god, it turns out this thing is here!!"

When it was clearly seen through the remote camera that Mr. Chen's hand slowly took out a spiritual clamp from the cement pillar, everyone in the base car suddenly took a breath of air.

Especially people like Redding who are familiar with the truth, their foreheads are buzzing.

Perhaps at this time, they finally understood how amazing Mr. Chen’s methods were!
Chapter completed!