Ling Ping'an stood at the door of the store, watching the young lover of ancient culture and tradition disappear into the thick fog.

He sighed: "Alas! ”

"Loss! Lose! Lose! ”

This time, although I sold one book, I only received more than 20 crafts that I could only play with.

In addition, a three-dollar flashlight was set up.

He was a little nostalgic for the customer the night before.

Walking back to the store, Ling Ping'an looked at the more than 20 craft coins that had been placed on the counter.

Then, silently, he took them into the drawer.

Then he comforted himself: "Maybe these coins will bring me good luck!" ”

As a materialist, Ling Ping does not believe in feudal superstitions that are chattered by gods and gods.

But this luck is a word......

He more or less, a little bit of faith.

After all, this is proven by facts.

For example, a certain old immortal has an open mouth, and as soon as the four words of professional commentary come out, countless e-sports players burst into tears.

Therefore, metaphysics still needs to be believed.

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Holding the cylindrical Mohist creation in his hand.

Under the illumination of its light source, Liu Yu walked in this fog.

He clutched the book to his chest.

The notes of the ancestral dragon himself, the incomparably precious illustration of the manufacture of terracotta figurines.

Liu Yu's mood was both excited and apprehensive.

Excitedly, he received this valuable knowledge and had the opportunity to create a powerful army of terracotta figurines to protect his people and defend his country, just like Zu Long.

The apprehension lies in......

He kept reminiscing about what he had seen and talked to in the monster's bookstore.

Especially the process when trading.

"Guest, your craftsmanship is not up to par......" This sentence seemed to be ridiculous and seemed to be disdainful, and it kept echoing in his ears.

Every word of the sentence was chewed on by him repeatedly.

"He may know the whereabouts of the ancestral dragon...... Liu Yu thought to himself.

"Even, he has an inseparable relationship with the disappearance of the ancestral dragon......"

If it weren't for that, how could the ancestral dragon's notes be there?

Therefore, His person is higher than the ancestral dragon.

And the personality of the ancestral dragon is not inferior to the four evil gods of chaos......

At least there are records that Zulong fought with Slaanesh, and also fought Tzeentch in the air.

Afterwards, Slaanesh acquiesced to his minions and apostles in the service of the ancestral dragon.

Tzeentch's followers even became eunuchs in the Ancestral Dragon Palace.

In the end, a Tzeentchi believer named Zhao Gao completed the subversion of the Ancestral Dragon's Immortal Qin Empire through a terrifying ritual.

This led to the rise of the Black Dragon Emperor's bloodline and the establishment of the Xinghan Dynasty.

"Then ......" Liu Yu thought, "He protected me and sold me this notebook of the ancestral dragon......"

"What's the intention?!"

The young crown prince of Xinghan didn't know what he meant.

But he knows that everything has to be paid for in order to get it!

Thinking of these things, Liu Yu stepped out of the scope of the fog.

He looked up ahead, his eyes frozen.

In front of him is exactly - Chang'an!

This great holy city!

The fortress was built by Xiao He, a powerful legendary powerhouse under the command of Emperor Taizu, the founder of the country.

When he walked over, he came to the Hengcheng Gate of Chang'an City.

The two stone unicorn guards standing on either side of the gate reacted immediately.

In their eyes, a red glow glowed.

Liu Yu was not in a hurry, took out his token, and met the red light from the eyes of the two-headed stone unicorn.

"Your Highness!" The unicorns moved, and they lay down: "Welcome His Royal Highness the Crown Prince back to Chang'an!" ”

The heavy gates of the city slowly opened.

The loyal soldiers of the Northern Army who were guarding the gates of the city greeted them.

The leader is a fierce general: "Weichen Li Guang, it's too late to save the driver, and I ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to forgive me!" ”

Liu Yu raised his head and looked at these loyal soldiers and ministers.

He looked back again, behind him.

In the deep darkness of the night, there was no trace of the mist.

He touched the Mohist creation in his hand and the book in his arms.

It's all very real.

The shock in his heart was indescribable.

From Sixian Yuan to Chang'an, at least one hundred and fifty miles, but the fog sent him to this safe Chang'an City in an instant!

The evil god in the mist has fully demonstrated his sincerity and strength.

"So......" Liu Yu asked, "what will he ask for?!" ”

Those twenty or thirty pieces of Immortal Qin that he despised and just barely accepted half a tael?

How can it be!

But whatever His ultimate purpose, it will be for the future!

What Liu Yu wants to do is - revenge!

For his loyal guards, for the people who died in Sixian Garden.

The young crown prince of Xinghan raised his hand: "The Ai Xin rat people are bold and reckless, and they dare to assassinate Lone!" ”

"Which general is willing to get rid of this thief?!"

"Your Highness!" Li Guang, who was wearing a thick heavy armor, pleaded: "Please leave this matter to Weichen!" ”

"Wechen is willing to make a military order, and within three days, slaughter the Ai Xin rat people!"

Liu Yu nodded: "Then there is General Lao!" ”

……………………………………

Han Li jumped from the canopy.

On the side of the road ahead, a road monument was planted on the ground.

The place name of Linhai City is engraved on the road monument.

Two rusty cars fell on the side of the asphalt road.

She jumped over and landed on the roof of a small car that had been corroded and only one hull remained.

With a flick of the spirit blade in his hand, the cart suddenly fell apart.

A goblin lying in ambush under the car screamed violently, and then its entire body was torn apart and shattered to the ground.

Han Li fell down and picked up a hedron that the goblin had dropped.

"It's the eighty-fifth!" She said.

Soul spar is the most thing she has on her body now.

These ghosts and evil spirits have a certain probability of appearing in the spars, which have been used by humans as additives and fertilizers in the past.

Used to craft blades or plant spirit plants.

Azure Spirit Tea is grown with this kind of spade.

But now, Han Li knows that it has more uses.

For example, to make potions, or to swallow them directly, to strengthen the soul.

But unfortunately, she is the only one in this world who can do it.

For it is the gift of the master in the mist.

Receiving this spar on his body, Han Li stood up and strode towards Linhai City in front of him.

"I will bring peace to this land!" She said firmly, and the sun fell on her, reflecting a bewitching and plump shadow on the ground, full of charm and mature taste.

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Close the roller shutter and turn off the lights.

Ling Ping'an said goodnight to the kitten Best as usual, and then took his mobile phone and staggered up the stairs.

As his footsteps faded away.

On the glass door, a pupil opened.

He scanned every corner of the bookstore, and everywhere he passed, it was strangely quiet.

Finally, his gaze rested on the drawer of the counter, where twenty or thirty coins shimmered with a multicolored sheen.

Xinghan's imitation of Xianqin is half a tael.

A coin minted by a legendary powerhouse with the power of the people's will as fire!

One is enough to keep a huge and magnificent beacon tower of the Great Wall running for a year.

Eventually, he slowly closed his eyes, and the bookstore returned to its former bustle and noise.