Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 940 Word Spirit: Fireworks
Word Spirit: Fireworks
Effect: Can force flammable and explosive items to explode. The degree of explosion increases as the energy of the explosive increases.

Looking at this Yan Ling, Yang Cong nodded, with this, it is enough.

But what puzzled Yang Cong was that they didn't seem to have any flammable and explosive items here.

And Ni Tian also seemed to see Yang Cong's doubts, and said with a smile: "Your dragon blood can be used as a medium, because your dragon blood is far superior to others. Although it is not powerful enough, as long as it is pure enough , you can."

"You mean you want me to use my blood as the material for this fireworks?" Yang Cong glanced at Ni Tian, ​​he always felt that Ni Tian was fooling him, there must be other ways he didn't say.

However, Ni Tian seemed to have nailed Yang Cong, except for the method of talking about dragon blood, he didn't talk about other methods, no matter how Yang Cong looked at him.

"Okay, I'm leaving, you can have fun by yourself." The last guard left a deliberate smile and disappeared.

And the moment Guards disappeared, the scenery around Yang Cong also changed.

The originally gray and still landscape also regained its original color.

Nuonuo, who was beside Yang Cong, also looked at Yang Cong strangely.

I don't know why Yang Cong made such a strange move.

"By the way, have you ever received a birthday present?" Nuonuo looked at Yang Cong and asked.

"Birthday gift?" Yang Cong was slightly taken aback.

"You won't and haven't received it, right?" Nuonuo smiled instantly when she saw Yang Cong's expression.

"I have received it." The corners of Yang Cong's mouth trembled. When he was a child, Yang Cong's parents were honest people, and they would not celebrate any special birthdays. Basically, it is your birthday. They cook something delicious for you. , in the eyes of Yang Cong when he was a child, Yang Cong always couldn't understand.

Because other children have toys and so on from their parents, but his parents only have good food for him.

This also made him a little unbalanced, so that he quarreled with his parents several times.

But until he grew up and his parents left him, he finally knew what was the most important.

Speaking of birthday gifts, it's not like there are no gifts. Of course, since Yang Cong doesn't have many friends and only has a good friend like Yang Ming, the so-called birthday gift is naturally given by him.

And this birthday gift, it can be said to be unique.

Now Yang Cong still has some fresh memories.

. . .

"Cong'er, today is your birthday, we can't just drink like this."

Yang Ming, who was sitting at the table opposite Yang Cong, kept talking.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Yang Cong rolled his eyes at Yang Ming. If he didn't drink, what else could he do? He didn't know what his situation was.

"Well, anyway, today is your birthday." Yang Ming said, "Brother will pay you to take you to **."

"What the hell?" Yang Cong was very pure at the time, and didn't even know what '**' was.

"Let me tell you, it's just..." Yang Ming bowed his head in Yang Cong's ear and said a few words, and Yang Cong's expression became uglier as he became more loving.

"Well, just think of it as my birthday gift to you." Yang Ming smiled and said, "See, your brother, the gift I gave you is so unique. It's much better than those cakes and the like."

"Fuck off, I don't know you." Yang Cong understood what it meant, but he was that kind of person, he would never touch that kind of thing.

"That's so boring, just sit in and drink." Yang Ming complained.

"If you're bored, just go home and let me live alone." Yang Cong said.

Hearing this, Yang Ming also knew that Yang Cong was a little angry, so he quickly said, "Don't, don't, we're not brothers. Brothers celebrate their birthdays, and we definitely want to accompany them to the end. Come, come, keep drinking."

. . . .

Thinking about it now, Yang Cong felt a little funny, he was so stupid at that time.

Seeing Yang Cong who was sitting beside him smiling from time to time, Nuonuo was very curious: "What good things are you thinking about, it's so funny."

"It's nothing, I just remembered some funny things from the past." Yang Cong said: "The time I used to play with my friends is worth remembering."

"Really." Speaking of Nuonuo's own past, it can be described as a dark place, and he doesn't want people to recall it.

She is lonely, she has no friends, she has no happiness.

She is also very envious of Yang Cong who has friends.

"Okay, I said I would give you a birthday present." Yang Cong said, "Then I will give it to you now."

At this time, Nuonuo also looked at Yang Cong with wide eyes, as if she wanted to know what Yang Cong would give her.

I saw Yang Cong open his left hand and then his right hand turned into a sharp knife, cutting the palm of his left hand.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Seeing Yang Cong like this, Nuonuo hurried forward to stop him.

But when Nuonuo came to Yang Cong and grabbed Yang Cong's hand, she was surprised to find that Yang Cong's hand was intact.

That's what she saw just now.

But Yang Cong didn't explain, because what he had to do had already been done.

At this moment, a sound in the sky attracted Nuonuo's attention.

"Wow, it's fireworks." Nuonuo looked at the fireworks in the distant sky with surprise in his eyes.

The fireworks have more than a dozen different colors, and when more than a dozen different colors exploded, the entire sky was crowded in an instant.

After the colorful fireworks, it was the moment that touched Nono the most.

I saw a string of letters formed in the sky.

"No No, Happy Birthday!"

But just when Nuonuo was obsessed with this, Yang Cong fell into deep thought.

Because it's a little different from what he thought.

"Is this for me? Yang Cong." Nuonuo turned her head and looked at Yang Cong with satisfaction.

"Well, yes." At this time, Yang Cong nodded and said yes, anyway, he also contributed. As for why the rest became like that, he didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

"Yang Cong, do you know? This is the first time someone gave me a birthday present." Nuonuo said with a smile: "It's still such a birthday present."

"Huh? Didn't Caesar send you off?" Yang Cong felt a little strange and asked.

"No." Nuonuo shook his head: "He went to the Hall of Valor before he had time."

"Then it's my first time." Yang Cong smiled and said, "I just don't know if Caesar will hack me to death because I stole your first time."

How could Nuo Nuo not know the consciousness in Yang Cong's words, and gave Yang Cong a blank look: "Aren't you robbing less? A pervert."

"My god, why are you a pervert again?" Yang Cong was speechless: "I gave you such a birthday present and you still call me a pervert, you really have no human rights."

(End of this chapter)