Lingpingan stood at the door of the store, watching the young lover of ancient culture and traditions disappear into the thick fog.
He sighed: "Alas!"
"Loss! Loss! Loss!"
This time, although one book was sold, I only received more than 20 crafts that I can only play with.
In addition, he also put out a flashlight worth three yuan.
He missed the customers from the night before.
Walking back to the store, Lingpingan looked at the more than twenty craft coins placed on the counter.
Then, he silently put them into the drawer.
Then he comforted himself: "Maybe these coins can bring me good luck!"
As a materialist, Lingpingan does not believe in any nagging feudal superstition.
But, as luck would have it...
He more or less believed it.
After all, this is proven fact.
For example, a certain old immortal had an open mouth, and as soon as he spoke four words of professional explanation, countless e-sports players burst into tears.
Therefore, you still have to believe in metaphysics.
…
Holding the tubular Mohist creation in his hand.
Under its light source, Liu She walked in the mist.
He clutched the book tightly to his chest.
The notes recorded by Zulong himself are extremely precious illustrations of the making of pottery figurines.
Liu She felt both excited and anxious.
He was excited that he had gained this valuable knowledge and had the opportunity to create a powerful army of pottery figurines like Zulong to protect his people and defend his country.
The anxiety lies in...
He kept recalling what he saw and talked about in that monster's bookstore.
Especially the transaction process.
"Guest, your craftsmanship is not up to par..." This seemingly mocking, yet disdainful sentence kept echoing in his ears.
He chewed every word of this sentence over and over again.
"He may know the whereabouts of Zulong..." Liu She thought in his heart.
"He is even closely related to the disappearance of Zulong..."
If not, how could Zulong's notes appear in his place
Therefore, His status is higher than that of the ancestral dragon.
And the status of Zulong is no less than that of the Four Evil Gods of Chaos...
At least there are records showing that Zulong fought with Slaanesh, and also fought with Tzeentch from a distance.
Afterwards, Slaanesh acquiesced to his minions and apostles to serve the Ancestral Dragon.
Tzeentch's followers even became eunuchs in Zulong Palace.
In the end, a Tzeentch believer named Zhao Gao passed a horrific ritual and completed the overthrow of Zulong's Immortal Qin Empire.
Only then did the Black Dragon Emperor's bloodline rise and the Xinghan Dynasty be established.
"Then..." Liu She thought: "He protected me and sold me this Zulong's notebook..."
"What do you want?!"
The young Crown Prince of Xinghan didn't know what he meant.
But he knows that everything can only be obtained by paying a price!
Thinking about these things, Liu She stepped out of the fog.
He looked up ahead, his eyes glazed over.
What was in front of him was Chang'an!
This great holy city!
The fortress was built by Xiao He, the powerful legendary strongman under the founding emperor Taizu himself.
When he walked over, he came to the Hengcheng Gate of Chang'an City.
The two stone Qilin guards standing on both sides of the city gate reacted immediately.
Their eye sockets reflected red light.
Liu She didn't panic, took out his token, and faced the red light from the eyes of the two stone unicorns.
"Your Highness!" Qilin moved and they lay down: "Welcome His Highness the Crown Prince back to Chang'an!"
The heavy city gate slowly opened.
The loyal Northern Army soldiers guarding the city gate came out to welcome him.
The leader was a fierce general: "Weak minister Li Guang, the rescue came late, please forgive me, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
Liu She raised his head and looked at these loyal soldiers and ministers.
He turned back and looked behind him.
In the deep night, there was no trace of the mist.
He touched the Mohist creation in his hand and the book in his arms.
This is all very real.
The shock in his heart was beyond words.
It was at least one hundred and fifty miles from Sixian Garden to Chang'an, but the mist transported him to the safe city of Chang'an in an instant!
The evil god in the mist has fully demonstrated his sincerity and strength.
"So..." Liu She asked, "What does he ask for?!"
Those twenty or thirty Xian Qin coins that He despised and barely accepted
How can it be!
But whatever His ultimate purpose is, it is in the future!
What Liu She wants to do is-revenge!
For his loyal guards and for the people who died in Sixian Garden.
The young Crown Prince of Xinghan raised his hand: "The rat-men of Eshin are so audacious and have no laws, they dare to assassinate Gu!"
"Which general is willing to eliminate this evil thief?!"
"Your Highness!" Li Guangdun, who was wearing thick Chi You armor, begged for orders: "Please leave this matter to the minister!"
"We are willing to issue a military order to massacre the Eshin Ratmen within three days!"
Liu She nodded: "Then General Lao!"
…
Hanli jumped down from the tree crown.
Beside the road ahead, a road monument fell to the ground.
The place name of Linhai City is engraved on the road monument.
Two rusty cars fell beside the asphalt road.
She jumped over and landed on the roof of a small car that had been corroded with only one body left.
With a slight wave of the spiritual blade in his hand, the car immediately fell into pieces.
A ghost lurking under the car screamed miserably, and then its whole body was torn apart and shattered on the ground.
Han Li fell down and picked up a crystal stone dropped by the ghost.
"It's eighty-five!" she said.
The soul crystal is the most abundant thing on her body now.
The crystal stones that appear with a certain probability on these ghosts and evil spirits have been used by humans as additives and fertilizers in the past.
Used to make spiritual blades or plant spiritual plants.
Tianqingling tea is grown from this crystal stone.
But now, Han Li knows that it has more uses.
For example, making potions, or directly swallowing them to strengthen the soul.
But unfortunately, she is the only one in this world who can do it.
Because this is the gift of the master in the mist.
After receiving the crystal, Han Li stood up and strode towards Linhai City ahead.
"I will bring peace to this place!" She said firmly. The sun fell on her body, reflecting a voluptuous and plump shadow on the ground, full of charm and maturity.
…
Close the rolling shutter and turn off the lights.
Lingpingan said good night to Kitten Best as usual, then took her cell phone and walked up the stairs.
As his footsteps gradually faded away.
On the glass door, an eye pupil opened.
He scanned every corner of the bookstore, and everything he passed was surprisingly quiet.
Finally, his eyes rested on the drawer on the counter, where there were twenty or thirty coins shining with colorful luster.
Xinghan's imitation of Xianqin's half-liang coins.
The desire of the people is used as fire, and the coins are minted by the legendary strong man!
One is enough to keep a huge and magnificent Great Wall Beacon Tower running for a year.
Finally, He slowly closed his eyes, and the excitement and noise of the past returned to the bookstore.