Two days later, after Luo Qing fed the Destruction Instrument a glass of real water of life, he walked on the streets of Chinatown with a solemn expression.
The growth rate of the Destruction Weapon is indeed terrifying. Luo Qing fired four shots in total, one shot to seal one, two shots to seal five, and the last shot unlocked six seals.
Although Bazaar was very dilapidated at the time, we have to admit that the power erupted from the Destruction Weapon was still amazing.
Such a powerful force does not seem to consume its energy. Luo Qing originally wanted to make up for its shortfall at most.
But it was just a glass of water of life, but Luo Qing felt its growth.
The core constraint of the Destruction Weapon is order. Will this thing one day grow to the point where the Holy Lord ignores order and completely lose control?
It seems that we need to study alchemy technology carefully, and we must also rely on sealing for necromancy magic.
Weapons are great, but they are bad if they exceed expectations.
Luo Qing looked up and the early morning sunlight cleared away the seriousness on his face. After thinking about it, he walked towards a breakfast shop.
Ten minutes later, Luo Qing carried his things and pushed open the door of his father's antique store.
Ring ring ring.
"Luo Qing, you're here, you still need to wait." Tru looked around and said a little weirdly: "Dad is pulling Chen Long to dress up. Xiaoyu should be up soon."
There was a trace of surprise in Luo Qing's eyes. He put the things on the coffee table in the living room and asked, "Do you need to dress up for the theater? What's the point?"
Tohru smiled and scratched his head: "That theater is owned by a friend of my father's. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Maybe my father also misses the past very much."
Luo Qing smiled and nodded. There were vague memories of his father's past. It seemed that his father did not study magic in the beginning, and this matched his memory.
But then Luo Qing was stunned. Although his father looked old, he was only over seventy years old, while Daolong was already two hundred years old. Although there was some gap between the two, the gap was not big.
Hiss~
Luo Qing took a deep breath in his heart, Dad is awesome!
At this time, Dad and Chen Long walked out of the room, attracting Luo Qing's attention.
Dad is wearing a black and white suit, while Chen Long is wearing a black suit, which looks a bit formal.
Chen Long twisted his body uncomfortably and complained: "Dad, are these my clothes from five years ago? They are too small now."
Dad said dissatisfied: "Oh, you have gained weight. Can you blame dad? You are told to eat less and you don't listen!"
"Dad, I don't mean to blame you. Well, Luo Qing is here. You go and call Xiaoyu. You should get up at this hour." Chen Long said hello when he saw Luo Qing and changed the topic. p>
Dad also looked over and his eyes widened: "Oh, why did you grow up so fast? Didn't you say that your physique was only activated some time ago?"
The smile on Luo Qing's face froze, and he stretched out his hand helplessly. Eleven black breaths flowed through his fingertips, causing the temperature of Dad's antique shop to instantly drop.
Chen Long and Tru shivered one after another, and Tru shrank even more and looked a little pale.
He has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child, but now he seems to have seen them for real.
Luo Qing's gentle explanation also sounded at this time: "In addition to evil spirits and killing, the growth of evil spirits also depends on controlling other evil spirits. And these irrational evil spirits only know how to kill people all day long, so I will use them to their advantage."
It’s time to improve yourself.”
As he spoke, a gentle smile appeared on Luo Qing's face again: "After all, I have a black market, so it's relatively easy to collect the lowest-level evil spirits."
Understanding appeared in the father's eyes. He knew how evil spirits grew, but he didn't know how much power the evil spirits could gain by devouring each other, so he did not refute Luo Qing's words.
But he still explained: "The power of evil spirits is always a bad power. It is best to collect less of this power, as it may assimilate your thoughts."
Luo Qing explained gently: "No, Dad, the Horse Talisman can repel all external forces, and the Holy Lord's things cannot be violated by evil spirits."
Dad looked at Luo Qing for a long time and nodded gently: "You can figure it out yourself. Young people have young people's ideas. Dad can't keep up with the times."
"How could it be? Dad, you can even seal demons. You are a benchmark in leading the magic world." Luo Qing gave him a small flattery.
Then he smiled and said: "You guys can have breakfast first, and I'll wake Xiaoyu up."
As he said that, he quickly walked up to the second floor, stood at the door of Xiaoyu's room and exhaled. The most difficult lie to expose is always the true information.
I knocked on the door, but there was no response.
Luo Qing put his hand on the door handle and pressed it. Click, and the door to the room slowly opened.
Luo Qing walked in with a smile on his face.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the super moose doll hugged tightly by Xiaoyu on the bed trembled slightly when it saw Luo Qing.
It seemed that it was this shock or the knock on the door. Xiaoyu groaned and began to twist on the bed, as if she had degenerated into a maggot, arching and arching.
Luo Qing standing at the door:
Do you want to withdraw yourself? Doesn’t this look a little bad?
"Good morning, big moose."
A low murmur of sleep rang out, and then Xiaoyu suddenly straightened her body, hugged the moose tightly, rolled around, and made a strange sound from her mouth.
Then
Then she and Luo Qing looked at each other.
Luo Qing(o°w°o):.
Original. Is Xiaoyu like this too? I shouldn’t be here, I should be under the car.
Why do you think of a song out of nowhere?
Xiaoyu(°ー°〃):.
What is this? When did he come? How long have you been watching?
"Ahem, I knocked on the door." Luo Qing said weakly.
Xiaoyu's face slowly turned red at Luo Qing's words (w).
"Get out of here!"
Xiaoyu suddenly screamed and tried to throw the super moose in her arms towards Luo Qing, but the height of the moose was more than one meter and seemed a bit too big.
She only threw it about half a meter, and it fell to the bedside with a clatter.
Xiaoyu:.
Luo Qing:.
Bloody Clothes in the Moose: So love disappears, right?
The silence and awkward atmosphere slowly began to spread, and Chen Long's footsteps came closer downstairs: "Xiaoyu? What's wrong with you?"
Chen Long's call woke up Luo Qing, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again: "I got up and had breakfast, and it's very cute."
After speaking, Luo Qing closed the door and responded with a smile to Chen Long, who had already reached the stairs: "It's nothing, Uncle Long, maybe he was scared by me."
Xiaoyu stared blankly at the door, her face getting redder and redder. She grabbed the super moose on the ground and held it in her arms. She buried her head directly into the moose's chest and shouted: "Ahhhhh. It's over, it's over, black history, this is
What to do with the proper black history?"
Bloody Clothes in the Moose: Love, love is back
When Xiaoyu came down to wash up, it was already ten minutes later. She looked at Luo Qing with evasive eyes, for fear of hearing ridicule from his mouth.
It wasn't until the whole family finished eating and the imaginary ridicule didn't come that Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the company is dead, but not completely dead.
"Tru, go get the gift you prepared last night. Dad wants to go and see it in advance." After Chen Long took away the garbage and threw it away, dad said gently to Tru.
"Okay sir, I'll go right away." Tru nodded, turned around and took out a gift box.
Dad stood up, took out the tickets and distributed them to several people: "There is one show in the afternoon and one show in the evening. Today we will watch the afternoon show."
Luo Qing took the ticket assigned to him: "Seven little rich men?"
"That was the name of the theater where Dad stayed when he first came out to work. They never changed it." Dad smiled and said, "Okay, it's time for us to set off."
As he said that, he took the lead and walked out.
Everyone followed, but Chen Long felt a little awkward when walking.
Xiaoyu glared at Luo Qing when she passed by him, and then left quickly. Obviously, although she was not completely dead, she could not let things turn around so quickly.
Luo Qing touched his nose helplessly and followed silently.
"I still remember when dad was eight years old, there were not so many high-rise buildings in the outside world, and the world was very chaotic, so dad was homeless. At that time, this theater took dad in."
Dad took the lead and walked at the front, his tone full of nostalgia and a little sad: "War, it's really not a good thing."
"Dad has always been grateful to the director of the theater at the time, but in the end he left the theater and never went back."
Dad looked at Chinatown and was silent for a while.
"Did something happen? I studied that period of history, and it was very bad." Xiaoyu thought for a while and asked.
"War is never a simple man-made disaster, there are also the rebirth of some monsters." The father shook his head, with a melancholy tone: "That is a sheep-eating beast. It feeds on humans. In their mouth, humans are two-legged sheep.
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"Dad was separated from the theater at that time because of the sheep-eating beast. In that era of underdeveloped communications, Dad searched for the theater for a long time but could not find it."
Dad's narration seems to bring everyone back to the chaos of his youth.
There people fight with people, people fight with devils, people fight with ghosts, in short the whole world is turned into a mess.
Because my father had learned low-level wall-penetrating potions from the theater, he was lucky enough to survive the turmoil.
He was running around in that era and witnessed too many things, and the feeling of powerlessness always surrounded him.
The era of monsters, monsters, cholera, and the human race going crazy has lasted for nearly twenty years.
Over the years, my father has been trying his best to save the Chinese people he can see, but he has never been able to change anything. It should be devastated, but it is still devastated.
"Until the chaos that lasted for nearly thirty years ended, Dad also grew up from a child to middle age." The heaviness on Dad's face dissipated a little as he said: "Fortunately, that theater has been preserved, and the core of the theater has been preserved.
Magic has been a great help to us."
"Then why didn't dad go back?" Xiaoyu frowned, as if she couldn't imagine the chaos, and asked with some confusion.
Luo Qing and Chen Long also looked over. He really rarely talked about his father's past. Is it so heavy?
The look of reminiscence in Dad's eyes became more intense: "I met Dad's master. He is a very powerful mage. He said that Dad's talent is very good and he is willing to learn magic with him."
"Dad witnessed too many things at that time, and it was also the time when he was most thirsty for power. He was always thinking, if he had had enough power at that time, he would not have to die so many people, and would he be able to eliminate those
Monster."
"So Dad agreed. After writing a letter to the theater, Dad followed Master and walked up Mount Tai."
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