Chapter 89

Ling Ping An stands at the door of the shop, watching the young lover of ancient culture and tradition disappear in the thick fog.

He sighed, "Alas!"

"Loss! Loss! Lose

This time, although sold a book, but only received more than 20 crafts that can only play by themselves.

In addition, he set up a flashlight worth three yuan.

He's kind of nostalgic for his customers the night before yesterday.

Walking back to the store, Ling Ping An looks at the more than 20 craft coins placed on the counter.

Then, in silence, he took them into the drawer.

Then he comforted himself, "maybe these coins will bring me good luck!"

As a materialist, lingping'an doesn't believe in feudal superstition.

However, when it comes to luck

He was more or less convinced.

After all, it has been proven.

For example, an old fairy has a long open mouth, professional interpretation of four words one export, countless E-sports players tears.

Therefore, we should believe in metaphysics.

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Holding the tube like creation of Mohist school. Under the light of its light source, Liu *

walked in the mist.

He held the book tightly to his chest.

ZuLong's notes are extremely precious illustrations of pottery figurines.

Liu * s mood is both excited and disturbed.

Excited, he got this valuable knowledge and had the opportunity to create a powerful army of terracotta warriors like ZuLong to protect his people and defend his country.

The fear lies in

He kept remembering what he saw and talked about in the monster's bookstore.

Especially the process of trading.

"Guest, your craft is not up to standard..." This seems to ridicule, but also seems to be disdainful words, constantly reverberating in his ears.

Every word of this sentence was chewed by him.

"He may know the whereabouts of ZuLong..." Liu Zhi thought in his heart.

"Even, he is closely related to the disappearance of ZuLong..."

If not, how could ZuLong's notes appear there?

Therefore, his personality is higher than that of ZuLong.

The position of ZuLong is no less than the four evil gods of chaos

At least there are records that ZuLong and sexin had a hand in hand, and had a fight with traitors.

Afterwards, Sein acquiesced to his minions and apostles to serve the ancestors.

The followers of treacherous and strange became eunuchs of ZuLong palace.

Finally, Zhao Gao, a traitor and strange believer, completed the subversion of ZuLong's Xianqin empire through a terrible ceremony.

This was the rise of the Black Dragon Emperor's blood and the establishment of the Xinghan Dynasty.

"So..." Liu Zhi thought, "he sheltered me and sold it to me."

"What do you want?"

The young prince of the stars, he didn't know what he meant.

But he knew that everything must pay a price to get it!

thought about these things and Liu Zhi stepped out of the fog.

He raised his eyes to the front, his eyes froze.

In front of him is Chang'an!

This great holy city!

The fortress was built by Xiao He, a powerful legendary strongman under the command of emperor Taizu.

When he went over, he came to the Hengcheng gate of Chang'an city.

Two stone Kirin guards standing on both sides of the city gate responded immediately.

In their eyes, there is a red light.

Liu unhurried, took out his own token, and greet the red light that came out of the two Kirin * s eyes.

"Your Highness!" The unicorn moved and they fell down: "welcome your highness back to Chang'an!"

The heavy city gate opened slowly.

The loyal northern soldiers guarding the gate of the city came out.

The leader is a valiant general: "Wei Chen Li Guang, please forgive me for your late arrival

Liu * looked up at the loyal officers and ministers.

He turned back and looked behind him.

In the deep night, there is no trace of the fog.

He felt the creation of Mohism and the book in his arms.

It's all very real.

The shock in his heart is hard to say.

From Si Xian yuan to Chang'an, at least 150 Li, the fog immediately sent him to the safe city of Chang'an!

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

"So..." Liu Zhi asked, "what does he ask for?!"

The 20 or 30 pieces which he despised were only half of the money collected by Xianqin?How is that possible?

But no matter what his ultimate goal is, it is the future!

* what Liu wants to do is revenge!

For his loyal guards, for those who died in Sixian yuan.

The young star Prince raised his hand: "the mouse people of Aisin are bold and arrogant, and dare to assassinate gu!"

"Which general is willing to isolate this evil thief?"

"Your Highness!" Wearing thick Chiyou heavy armor, Li Guang immediately asked: "please give this matter to Wei Chen!"

"Wei Chen is willing to make a military order to kill the mouse man of Aisin within three days!"

Liu * nodded, "then the general is there!"

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The cold Li leaped from the crown of the tree.

Next to the road ahead, a stele was planted on the ground.

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

Two rusty cars were planted beside the asphalt road.

She jumped over and landed on the top of a car that had been corroded and only one body was left.

With a gentle wave of the blade in his hand, the car suddenly split into pieces.

A ghost lurking in the bottom of the car, shrieking, and then the whole body split into pieces.

Han Li fell down and picked up a crystal stone from the ghost.

"Eighty fifth!" She said.

The crystal of soul is the most thing she has now.

These ghosts and evil spirits, there is a certain probability of crystal stone, in the past has been used as additives and fertilizer.

Used for making blade or planting spirit plant.

Tianqingling tea is made of this kind of crystal.

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

For example, making potions, or swallowing them directly, strengthens the soul.

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

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

After receiving this crystal stone, Han Li stood up and strode to the front of Linhai City.

"I will bring peace here!" She said firmly, the sun fell on the body, reflecting on the ground a enchanting and plump, full of charm and mature flavor of the shadow.

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Close the shutter and turn off the lights.

Ling Ping An said good night to best as usual, then took his mobile phone and pedaled up the stairs.

With the sound of his footsteps, he faded away.

On the glass door, one pupil is open.

He looked at every corner of the whole bookstore, where he passed by, it was strangely quiet.

At last, his eyes stopped in the drawer of the counter, where there were twenty or thirty coins with colorful luster.

Xinghan imitates Xianqin half Liang.

It's a coin cast by the legendary strong man with the will of living people as the fire!

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

In the end, he slowly closed his eyes, and in the bookstore, the past bustle and noise were restored.

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