Lu Xingchen's eyes flickered, knowing that the tungsten crucible's melting point was as high as 3400 degrees, more than three times higher than gold. How could it not melt?
"Strange, strange, could this be some new material from the latest technology?"
Seeing the crucible was about to melt, Lu Xingchen worried that high temperatures might cause trouble, so he quelled his curiosity and stopped the flames at his fingertips.
But at this moment, a bizarre scene appeared. When Lu Xingchen's flame disappeared, the golden bracelet began to slowly twist at the bottom of the red-hot crucible, as if it were alive!
Lu Xingchen watched this scene, his entire gaze a shock, and he jumped back reflexively.
"Monster, monster, monster, monster!"
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In car number 3, Lin Xian felt refreshed again…
