The old man of heavenly tears (1)

"The price of your bulletproof vest can't be too low. Otherwise, I won't be able to afford to lose this face." Before he left, Zhuge Ziliang suddenly sent a voice transmission to Tang Wen.

This old man even interfered with business. Tang Wen almost laughed.

"Don't worry, senior, it's not much. This is expensive to begin with. " Tang Wen replied.

"Having it is equivalent to having a few more lives, so of course it has to be expensive to be worthy of this treasure.

A single suit of armor from the heavenly armament workshop costs more than a thousand low - grade spirit stones, and yours is comparable to their high - grade goods.

In terms of comfort, it was much more comfortable than theirs. After all, most of their armors were made of black iron.

Your defense is fine, but it's hard and uncomfortable to wear. So, you can't go below this number. " Zhuge Ziliang said.

"I understand. I won't Sully senior's reputation." Tang Wen replied.