In a royal garden somewhere in Dubai's royal palace, wooden boxes are neatly placed in front of Prince Haman. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Overnight, 1,200 catties of gold bricks turned into metal waste!

"What's going on?" Haman picked up a pile of slag, which looked like a piece of poop no matter how you looked at it.

The royal goldsmith lowered his face, unable to explain the situation.

"What's the ingredients?" King Haman's bullet struck, and the sound of metal was rough and dull, no longer like gold.

"Your Highness, it seems to be an unknown element. ”

"Are you sure?"

"At least it's not gold. ”

Haman stared for a long time, then turned to leave. The remaining gold residue after the samadhi true fire quenching has indeed undergone a qualitative change, which is a strange phenomenon that cannot be explained by science today.

In Haman's heart, Ye Fan, the mysterious prince of China, made him feel more and more awe-inspiring and unfathomable.

How did he do it in a few hours to melt a thousand catties of gold into such a way that only a gold processing factory could do?

This question lingered in Haman's mind until noon, when the semi-public execution of Ibrahim was about to take place by the walls of the palace backyard, when His Royal Highness finally saw the distinguished guests who had come with his daughters.

A large group of Arab royal women, veiled and hijab, were also present with their husbands and sons.

In the Middle Eastern world, those who are stoned are demons who have betrayed Allah, and no one will sympathize with him or have mercy on him.

The Caliphate Sheikh also came, as did Ibrahim's father, Sheikh Zayed.

As a chief, he could not show favoritism, and when Iprahim's crimes were made public, Zayed could not save him.

Stoning is the only way to the rebirth of the kingdom of heaven.

"Oh, it's three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's time to be executed. When the sun rose to the middle, Ye Fan spoke lazily.

One of the palace guards, at the behest of the two chiefs, ordered Ibrahim to be brought in.

A large pit had already been dug in the open space at the base of the palace wall.

Wearing a black robe that symbolizes his status as a commoner, Iprahim has been stripped of his princely status and is now only a condemned prisoner.

Fear crawled all over his emaciated face, and during these days, Ibrahim was tormented by mental torture, and the fear of death was tearing at his body and mind all the time.

No one can pardon his sins, stoning, the most cruel and horrific capital punishment in the Arab world.

"What else do you have to say?" said Prince Haman, who walked over and asked the cousin for his last words.

"I don't want to die, Haman, chief, save me, mother, save me!" Iprahim howled at the top of his throat, but the guards grabbed him by his limbs and lifted them high toward the big dirt pit.

Sheikh Zayed closed his eyelids, his expression a little unbearable and silent. Beside him, an old woman in a black veil turned her face away, her eyes were red, and she did not dare to cry.

Seeing their own son die in front of their eyes, as parents, their hearts are full of torment and pain, but they cannot go against the teachings of Islam and cannot open their eyes.

In fact, not only Islamic teachings, but also Ye Fan's transcendent identity, Yang Chongyan opened his cards to the two chiefs after that incident, admitting that Ye Fan was his only

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