The Legend of the Dragon King

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Tang Danglin was almost jumping all the way, he was so happy.

Three years, exactly three years. He forges hard every day, he forges metal every hammer, to save enough money to buy a soul.

Though he counted last month, he could save enough money this month. But when he did get the money, he was still excited to scream.

30,000 Federal Dollars is nothing to the wealthy, but for a child as young as nine years old, it's more than a thousand days and nights of sweat! He couldn't remember how many times he waved the hammer himself to save the money, much less how many pounds of sweat had flowed.

Now it finally works, that sense of accomplishment, that excitement, it can't be expressed in words.

Soul power is about to reach the bottleneck and souls can be purchased. He counts these hours every day. Finally, it was done before the soul power arrived and before graduation. That means he's finally going to be a soulmaster.

Though Tang Mailin has fallen in love with forging, it does not mean that he is willing to make forging his profession, his ideal is to become a soulmaster, and he hopes to become a mechanic in the future.

All boys have similar dreams, but how many more can really work so hard for this dream?

Diligent to make up for the awkwardness, Tang Mailin has kept these four words in mind for the past three years and has been doing the same.

Now he finally sees the dawn.

“Dad, Mom, I've saved enough money. I've saved enough.” Tang Mai Lin Fei also rushed into the house, exclaiming with excitement.

Nat is sitting in the living room with the lollipop that Don Dandelion bought her.

“Brother, have you saved enough money to buy souls?” She knows too well the excitement of Don Danglin.

“Well, I've saved enough. Thirty grand enough.” Tang Mailin quickly pulled the money out of his arms, put it on the table, and then flew back to his room, flipping out an iron box from under the bed. Run back to the living room and pour out all the money in the box.

“One hundred, two hundred, two hundred and twenty...”

“29,6, 29,7, 30,000, 30,200. Two hundred more. Nat, here's a hundred. Buy some good food. ”

Looking at the large stack of federal coins in front of him, Tang Mailin's excited little face was red.

Lang Xuan has come back from work, heard his son scream coming out of the kitchen, Tang Zilan just walked in from work. Listening to his son's cheer, looking at the banknote at the table, the couple's eyes became a little red.

This kid, it's really not easy. He started making his own money when his peers were still having fun.

Lang walked up to his husband and slapped him in the shoulder with a force. Don't turn around and don't want the children to see themselves crying.

“I knew you could do it, son, you were the best.” Tang Zizhuan patted his wife's back, smiled and came to Tang Danglin, hugging his shoulder, not stingy thumbs up.

“Dad, when I reach level 10, I can buy a soul, right?” Tang Danglin was excited.

“Yes. Daddy will come with you then. No, all of us. Son, you're going to be a spiritualist, and Dad is proud of you. ”

It was so much fun that Tang Mailin could not settle in for a long time while meditating at night.

Nat has fallen asleep and the stars and moons outside the window are shining brightly. Tomorrow will definitely be a big sunny day.

Tang Mailin quietly got out of bed. The excitement in his heart was too strong. He couldn't sleep. Pulled Nar a quilt, covered her petite body, and she always slept dishonestly.

Mommy said that next year, when she was 10, she couldn't stay in another room with Nat. By then, she had to give it to Nat and go to the living room herself. But why?

With all this in mind, Tang Mailin felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He still liked to be able to see Na every day.

Carefully open the door, Tang Mailin walked out lightly, he was going to go out for a walk, calm his heart, and then come back to meditate.

The door was opened and closed, without making a sound, and he went out quietly.

Clean moonlight enters the room through the window and falls on Nat. Tonight's moon is extraordinarily bright, reflecting Nat's silver hair.

In the light of the moon, suddenly a faint halo emerged from Nat's body silently. Yellow, green, red, blue, purple, gold, silver with seven alternating colors.

If Don Mai Lin was still in his room, he would have seen this extraordinary scene.

Nar's body trembled slightly. After a flash of colorful halos, she began to blend in from her eyebrows. It took a long time for her to be quiet again.

The moonlight was still bright, Nat's soft glow converged, her delicate body seemed a little bigger, she didn't seem to grow much height for three years, and there was a breakthrough to be made during the night.

The tremor disappeared and Nat's breathing became even again, but her eyebrows didn't know when to lift and she seemed to be having a bad dream.

The evening air was particularly refreshing, Tang Mai Lin lived in a civilian area with a small garden, and he used to bring Naru here to play during school holidays.

Walking into the garden, it seemed that there was a force in the underworld that led him to a blue silver lawn, breathing fresh air with fresh notes of plants, with a satisfying smile on his face.

Totally subconsciously, he sat down on his knees.

Slight bug sounds, slightly clear cold air, falling on the body brings a faint luminous light of the stars and moon, calming his mind's agitation gradually, then, gradually into meditation.