What's coming soon?

He continued to count down: "Three, two, one!"

As soon as the words were finished, several light bombs flew out of Shanlin, and rose into the air and suddenly burst into bloom.

The night sky was illuminated by fire trees and silver flowers.

"Fireworks!" Tu Xing'er was so surprised that she covered her mouth, but she didn't expect that the fireworks could still be seen in such a remote place.

"Every summer, Pantugou holds a fireworks conference. These accidents have occurred this year, so it has been postponed for more than half a month." Wang Ming smiled and said, "The flowers have faded a lot, but the fireworks can still be done. Is it good-looking?"

"Good!" Tu Xinger nodded repeatedly, and the colorful firelight illuminated her eyes. "It's really beautiful, much better than the fireworks in Taicheng New Year."

Speaking of this, she suddenly realized: "In the past... you often took me here to watch fireworks, right?"

"Well, often." Wang Ming looked up at the sky, "but usually when you go into the forest, the flowers bloomed just in time."

Although the hungry ghosts attacked the city, there have been many strange things recently, which have dragged down the people's impetuousness and depressedness. Lord Wu then held a fireworks conference to drive away evil spirits and cheer for the people and cheer them up.

Just by looking at Tu Xinger's reaction, you will know that this method was successful.

Tu Xinger was stuttering, and the word "thank you" was almost overwhelmed by the sound of fireworks, but Wang Mingzhi finally heard it.

He gently held her little hand: "In the future, we will go to other places to watch the fireworks."

"Other..." Tu Xinger was confused first, then understood the meaning of his words, and couldn't help but widen her eyes, "You mean?"

The smile on the corner of his mouth widened: "Beyond the Peach Land."

"But I..." Tu Xinger was smart and instantly figured out the key, "Well, can I go out?"

"It's OK." Wang Mingzhi whispered, "Wu Ling wants to take over my guardian position, so I make a request to Di Liu to take you out for a walk."

"Did it agree?" Tu Xinger still asked with breath and for some reason she was excited.

"Agree." Wang Ming smiled and said, "Since the hourglass is not well repaired, you will not be able to return. Entering the world at this time will not destroy Tianheng." The hourglass cannot be reset, and Tu Xing'er is a girl with only eight years of life left. What reason is there to stop her from entering the world after dying?

"That's great!" Tu Xing'er couldn't help but hug his neck, as if this body was also tired of Taoyuan, and every cell was cheering.

"Well, that's great." Wang Ming patted her back, and a hint of bitterness appeared in his smile.

She only has eight years to live.

...

Although the time limit for the backlash of bad luck has passed, Yan Sanlang still cheered up and carefully preserved the picture. After all, even if he did not have a lucky child, people would have times of unlucky luck.

Fortunately, the weather was calm in the next few days, and I don’t know if it was true that Qiansui said that it was the best.

During this period, Yan Sanlang was not idle either. During the day, he closed his eyes and breathed, warming his heart.

Mu Ling is a divine object, and will turn the reward into the power he needs. In Qiansui, it is a vow power, and it becomes true power here. But the sudden injury disrupted his original plan, and the power in Mu Ling is now to continue to be sealed for the time being.

It’s no wonder Qiansui was jealous. His temporary power in the Mu Ling was too rich. Even with his body meridians that he had been able to survive, he would probably explode and die after taking it all at once. Therefore, he thought that the way he would take in the future was to extract and refine it in a small amount and multiple times.

The true dragon has grown into a dragon, as if it has lost its junior high school in childhood, becoming as stable as an old dog. It usually stays in the sea of ​​qi and swims to protect the heart veins. In addition, it is even lazy to turn over.

After the domestication was successful, Yan Sanlang did not need to activate it.

Not to mention Qiansui, even the King of Desheng who came to visit occasionally was amazed:

"Why does your cultivation seem to have improved? This injury is worth it. By the way, it seems to have grown taller."

He has extraordinary eyesight, and it is not difficult to see that Yan Sanlang is a little different, but his eyes are dim and his face is not good, which is very contradictory. For example, this kid is like a sick tiger. He usually looks powerful, but he doesn't know when he will suddenly hurt people.

"Yeah." Perhaps the meridians in the whole body were unobstructed, and Yan Sanlang suddenly grew half his finger in the past few days.

The boy's past worries were completely let go.

"Is it possible that the realm will be broken through when he fights with the Sea God?" The king of Desheng is envious and is more satisfied with his own vision. The stronger Yan Sanlang, the more he proves that what he asked is correct. "When can you act?"

He had heard Dr. Sun's report on Yan Sanlang's condition, so he did not ask when he would recover, but only cared about when the teenager could walk down the ground.

"We will be able to leave soon." Yan Sanlang smiled. There were no one else here. He explained, "Because yesterday, I successfully broke through the pass and opened my wounds, it is still time to recover completely, but my daily actions are fine."

King Desheng was stunned and finally gave him a thumbs up: "I'm so brave, but I'm too aggressive."

What if I die? This kid is still too young.

His eyes turned, and he saw that the young man had a thread book in his hand. The four words on the cover were "Han's Art of War". He was a little curious: "Han's family? Is this written by Beihou, Weiguo Town?"

"He is already a Duke of Protecting the Country." Yan Sanlang knew that he was talking about Han Zhao, so he generously handed over the military strategy. When the victorious king Zong crossed the Liang Kingdom, Han Zhao was also a famous young man named Yinghou of the State of Defense, guarding the northern border for David.

The booklet was not thick, Wu Ling took it, looked at it for only a few times, and his face became more and more serious.

Yan Sanlang said deliberately: "Your Majesty can take it back to see."

"No, no need." King Desheng immediately put down the booklet, then sighed, "Han Zhao is really a talented person."

The boy didn't say anything.

The King of Desheng said again: "Is this what he wrote to you by himself?"

"Um."

"In the early years, it would be great if my subordinates had such talented people." Wu Ling sighed lightly, but he didn't feel very moved. He just turned on the topic and chatted for a few more words, and then left.

These days, the subordinates of the Desheng King also came to Yan Shichu, in groups of three or three, usually introduced by Huo Dongjin or Jin Yu.

He is too young and no one thinks he will be tangled with the sickbed for a long time.

Yan Sanlang had a clear idea when he met with him.

After two more days, the time limit for the Hongwu Treasure Seal has also arrived.

For safety reasons, Yan Sanlang sealed the scroll for one more day, and only chose to open it just after noon.

After Jing Xin investigated the incident, Jin Yu personally guarded the attic and lived there for five days. At this time, he could finally say to Qiansui with confidence: "Fortunately, I have not been humiliated!"

Yan Sanlang knew that he was still concerned about the mistake a few days ago and chuckled: "I'm working hard."

The captives are still alive, so the effect of the Hongwu Treasure Seal should have disappeared yesterday.

Just as Wang Mingzhi was under the eyes of everyone, Yan Sanlang took off the demon-sealing ring and spread the scroll bit by bit.
Chapter completed!