The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 272: Green smoke rising from the ancestral grave (2)

Mo Sheng took a step forward calmly, "It's almost the end of the chat, and it's time for everyone to clean up the dust."

Everyone was full of joy, floating above the sky, and the branches of the Thousand Words God tree were luxuriant, covering the fragmented and mottled sunlight.

All of a sudden, the water was flowing, the meat was roasted with wine, and the boys and girls sang loudly, clapping their hands to the rhythm, looking high-spirited and angry with fresh clothes.

Suddenly, Yan Hui held up the wine cup, looked at the glaring sun, smiled lightly, "I haven't entered the mortal world for a long time, and I haven't seen the fireworks in the mortal world. Today...is a good day."

Zhu Xulin touched his butt that was still sore from the beating just now, grinned and said, "Yan Sheng, it's daytime, even if there are fireworks, you can't see clearly."

Hearing this, Yan Hui turned around and looked at Zhu Xulin seriously.

And his eyes focused on Zhu Xulin's buttocks, and his expression was half a smile, as if he had seen through something.

Zhu Xulin seemed to feel his gaze, his face flushed red, he covered his hips and dared not move.

At the same time, he couldn't help but slander in his heart: These saints, why are they so dishonest one by one?
Just when his thoughts were flying wildly, Yan Hui suddenly smiled: "That's right, it's daytime, and there are no fireworks. If that's the case..."

He stretched out his hand to grab the sky, and saw the originally brilliant sun, as if it had been captured in his palm, and the sky suddenly darkened.

With a low sound of "Stealing the sky and changing the sun", the sky suddenly turned black, and the stars shone like silver flakes, falling on the ground.

There was a rumbling sound from the Floating Tower, and there was a circular deep hole spliced ​​in the middle.

In everyone's eyes, a black tube suddenly appeared from the deep hole, and a white light flashed in front of them, and a brilliant golden fire rose slowly from the mouth of the tube.

After a while, there was a deafening explosion, and the brilliant golden fireworks that occupied the entire field of vision became an indelible memory in everyone's hearts.

In the crowd, there was a voice, which gradually turned from subtle to deafening.

"Congratulations to the human race, congratulations to the pride of heaven, and congratulations to Miss Song!"

The sound wave in Shangjing shook the world, like a prairie fire, sweeping across the entire territory of Daqian.

On the wall of the military camp in Shuobei, there was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, drinking wine.

He drank extremely fast, sip after sip, not like killing time, but more like drinking to relieve his sorrow.

Song Hanhai stared at the scenery beyond the Great Wall, but the figure of his daughter involuntarily appeared in his mind.

How can he be so sure of winning on the surface.

As a father, his greatest wish is for his daughter to be safe.

However, at this moment, suddenly a soldier under his command ran over beamingly, "Master, sir! Good news, good news!"

When Song Hanhai heard the "good news", his face suddenly changed.

He threw the wine bottle in his crotch, jumped down from the city wall, and stared at the soldier:

"But there's news about Yiyi?"

Hearing this, the soldier's expression became a little strange.

Before waiting for his answer, Song Hanhai rushed directly to the barracks.

As a result, before he walked in, there were several hands hooking his shoulders and backs on his body.

"Old Song, if I don't admire anything else, I admire you. With such a daughter, you may not be able to enjoy the blessings of the rest of your life."

"Yeah, how on earth did you give birth to Miss Song? This is like smoke from the ancestral grave!"

(End of this chapter)