Since the nightmare of "being possessed the Qinglong" that day, King Yan has never touched the [Shadow Qinglong Template] again. ◎, even [Little Grass Carp Template], he was not as addicted as before.

I only "log in" once a while, but I just bully the big fish and shrimps, enjoy the joy of "Invincible Yu Zedi", and return to my original body as soon as the battle is over.

Later, he suddenly discovered that every time he "has possessed", there was a group of female fish following behind him. Moreover, there were always a large pool of fish eggs nearby.

After a little thought, King Yan broke out in cold sweat. After beating, he rarely did "being possessed".

Looking at Xiu'er who was working in Dongchu, Yan Xiaoyi felt that there was no need to be too addicted to "game". After all, there are so many beautiful things in reality, waiting for him to contact and discover.

For a moment, the "roulette lottery system" was opened in this leisurely space.

"bite!"

"bite!"

...

"bite!"

The [faith value] accumulated over the past few days was used to shine. With the sound of jingling lottery, one treasure after another fell into the "system space" of King Yan.

[Gingeria lucidum x10].

[Ginseng x10].

[Thunder strike technique].

[Military General Skill. Red Flame Burning].

...

[Dragon Cannon Guard Template x2].

When he saw the last item, King Yan widened his eyes.

[Dragon Cannon Guard Template], a special soldier with powerful power, the power of the dragon cannon on his back is earth-shaking. The basic attributes are [Level 1, Attack 12, Defense 3, Movement 5].

There is no doubt about the most military players in the early game.

Yan Xiaoyi took it out first and held it hard. Unfortunately, as expected, there was no response.

After playing for a while, King Yan hung one of the templates in the "Immortal Treasure Secret Realm" in the city lord's mansion.

[Dragon Cannon Little Fairy Treasure], [Contribution Point] 5,000.

As soon as this treasure came out, it was being picked up by the city lord's mansion, and the disciples who delivered the mission were in an uproar.

"How come the 'Little Fairy Treasure', which has not even been upgraded once, is worth 5,000 [contribution]?"

"Ah! Is this the so-called dragon cannon? It's so terrifying!"

"I decided to abandon the choice of [Axe Rider], accumulate [contribution] with all my might, and compete for this treasure!"

...

Cai Yong finally got enough of the 1,200 [contribution points] needed by [strong crossbow little fairy treasure]. Amid the rumor of discussion, he brought the prince Liu Bian to the light board of the [Xian Treasure].

Before he could find the trace of [Little Fairy Treasure of the Powerful Crossbow], he saw the [Little Fairy Treasure of the Dragon Cannon] hanging high on the "top of the Treasures".

In that clear image, an infantryman wearing armor carried a barrel-like object that was thick with a waist and about one meter long. As the fire burst out, a mound was razed to the ground.

Cai Yong was shocked. Such power was better than those magical techniques such as frost and fireworks! While sighing, he saw the envy and desire in Liu Bian's eyes.

Finally, Cai Yong gritted his teeth, took Liu Bian's hand, and turned around toward the [Task List].

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Thanks to the morning light that day, the awkward atmosphere of the King and Xiu'er had disappeared.

Holding hands and embracing seems to be back in the past.

However, when the little king sometimes couldn't help but urged up with his little mouth, the little girl either smiled and blocked her white and tender hands, or ran away with her blushing face.

It was also from this time that the disciples of the disciples suddenly discovered that the majestic [Southern Barbarian Elephants] in the secret realm of the original [mount] were suddenly gone.

...

King Yan and Xiu'er held their hands and came down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, the second wooden trest camp has been demolished; two wooden bridges have been built on the moat outside the first camp.

The sheds and terraces outside the city have been built, and the "illusionary people" and singers who have come to the news have all come on stage. It is still a few days before the end of the year dinner, but the "White Tiger Immortal Land" has fallen into the prelude of celebration.

First, they accompanied Xiu'er to [Yuelai Inn] and learned the cooking skills for half an hour. Then the two of them came to [Baihu City] staggeringly.

On the way, whether it was a resident merchant or a disciple, he was closer to the little king than before. That enthusiasm almost melted him into the gentle winter sunshine.

Before King Yan and the others could walk a few steps, a group of people surrounded him.

"Chen Li, the Chen family in Nanyang. Meet the King."

"Wang Zhao, Wang of the Donglai King family, pay homage to the king."

“…”

"Yang Mi, Hongnong Yang family, pay homage to the king."

During the messy greeting, King Yan didn't hear a familiar name. Even if the words "Hongnong Yang Family" were finally mentioned, the king was not interested. He followed the county magistrate Chen who was rushing to the city lord's mansion after hearing the news.

"What happened to children's primary school? Dong Zhongying offered treasures again?"

King Yan ignored the people of the aristocratic family who were accompanying him and first asked the magistrate Chen about the city affairs. After a moment of discussion, he frowned.

The current prefect of Jiyin, Dong Zhuo and Dong Zhongying, was the commander of the commander Hua Xiong, who brought rice, grain, and a cart of money and goods. The road was willing to have a banquet with the king at the end of the year, and asked the king to be kind.

Yes?

Yan Xiaoyi curled his lips and turned his attention to another thing.

Since the disciples brought their families to Baihu City to live, there have been more and more children. The issue of "children are enlightened to learn to read" has also been put on the agenda.

The magistrate Chen originally planned to open a school in the city, but the poor scholars around him confessed that they lacked enough knowledge and were afraid of misleading their children, so they did not go to the West to attend the West.

When King Yan heard this, he frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Cai Yong and Liu Bian walking in a hurry.

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Yuan Shao always felt a little uncomfortable after a meal.

A feeling of anxiety that came from nowhere made him toss and turn, and restless. Finally, he simply came to the yard with his clothes, trying to extinguish the inexplicable discomfort with the coolness of winter.

But unexpectedly, this move backfired.

The more cool the outside world is, the more intense the heat and restlessness in the heart, and gradually spread to the right hand's middle fingers.

Yuan Shao subconsciously bounced his fingers, and a cluster of extremely weak flames appeared out of thin air and burned at his fingertips.

One month later, the name "Red Fish Master" was spread on the river bank.

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On the distant continent, Zhang Jiao lay on a bunch of hay, coughing heartbrokenly. A pool of bright red blood was sprayed around.

I missed me, Zhang Jiao, and hundreds of thousands of people followed him with a command from the past. The name of "a great wise and good teacher" and "general of the Heavenly King" was passed down throughout the world.

I thought that even if I could not overthrow the Long Court and forge a great cause, I would at least die under the attention of everyone.

Unexpectedly, at the end of my life, I actually dragged a sick body and died silently in the nigger cave. It was ridiculous.

While waiting to die, Zhang Jiao suddenly heard a "Jijiwawa" screaming from the entrance of the cave.

A thin man in a long robe came to his hay surrounded by seven or eight black men.

"Wula Wula" screamed several times, and the skinny man took out a nut wrapped in yellow and white mud from his arms, and several human teeth stained with dark red blood. Two black men smashed them with sharp stones, crushed them, and mixed them into the water.

After that, it was all poured into Zhang Jiao's mouth.

The skinny man kept chanting "Mazhanji, Mazhanji" in his mouth, and then stretched out his right palm like an old pine branch, rubbing Zhangjiao's head.
Chapter completed!