The Qingliang Valley, which has always been quiet, cold and isolated from the world, became bustling and lively on the night of the first day of March.
Small beads of steel blue, golden yellow and pure white light were flying everywhere, spinning in the air like hydrangeas, with scales and claws flying, sparkling and magnificent.
Ethan held a wine jar the size of a winnowing basket in his left hand, sat sideways on a slope, took a sip, grabbed a firework with a lit fuse in his right hand, and raised it above his head: "Wen Baimao, watch carefully, I'll set off something interesting for you."
Before Wen Xuechen could say anything, Quinn was already anxious: "Xingzhi, let go! You're going to hurt your hand!"
Noah stood with his gun in his arms and said, "Quinn, don't worry about him. Wait until he blows his hand off. Next time, it will be our turn to compete for the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking."
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