"Mr. Yang, what's wrong with you, Mr. Yang?"
Yao Jia looked worried and gently shook Yang Dong's arm.
Yang Dong opened his eyes in surprise. After he saw Yao Jia clearly beside him, he realized that everything he saw just now was just a dream.
It's just... this dream is too real, right?
Yang Dong frowned and thought to himself.
Seeing his gloomy face and silence, Yao Jia asked worriedly:
"Mr. Yang, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"
"How about...the slave family prepares a bowl of soothing pork rib soup for Mr. Yang?"
Yang Dong heard this and shook his head slightly.
"I'm fine. You can go out first. I want to be alone."
Yang Dong stood up and walked to the window. Through the window, he could still see the outline of the capital city in the distance under the night cover.
A little light, that is the light of thousands of houses.
It was only at this moment that Yang Dong slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Because at this moment he was finally sure that it was indeed a dream, even though this dream was real enough.
But soon, Yang Dong frowned again.
In his last life, he read a report, which mentioned that the so-called traditional saying of thinking about things every day and dreaming at night actually has a certain practical value and is not just a random fabrication by the ancients.
Because you are thinking about something on a daily basis, it will naturally appear in your dreams.
Could it be that... Young Master, the reason why I had that dream was because I was worried that if the capital fell into the hands of Lin Chunqiu, all life would be devastated?
But then, Yang Dong shook his head again.
No, if that's the case, then who are those monsters in my dream?
Looking around, it seems that no such monster has ever appeared.
Thinking of the figure several feet tall, it seemed to have thick brown fur. Not only does he look ferocious, he is even more brutal when it comes to killing people.
Yang Dong let out a soft breath.
He didn't find much to explain this dream.
Maybe it was just a random thought!
As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a faint fragrance coming from behind.
Yang Dong was already very familiar with this fragrance. Without even turning his head, he asked:
"Why did Miss Wang come here this time?"
"Actually, it's nothing. I'm just curious about that big firecracker you developed."
Hearing this, Yang Dong couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
The Big Cannonball can be said to be one of his most important trump cards in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He escaped from death several times without the help of the Big Cannonball.
It's just that this thing is still a product of Lenggong Manufacturing Factory after all.
With Wang Lingling's ability, it is not unusual to find her.
So Yang Dong pondered for a moment and said casually:
"Actually, there's nothing special about this thing. It's just some things that can be found everywhere, stirred together, and then by chance, I discovered that it can be lit."
"Then I handed it over to Lenggong Manufacturing Co., Ltd., and I never participated in it."
Yang Dong was telling the truth. The subsequent increase in the power of the artillery fire was indeed due to Mr. Lu.
Unexpectedly, Wang Lingling shook her head.
"You are too modest. Why do I always feel that there are many secrets hidden in you? I feel... I can't see through you, as if you are not a real person."
"Well……"
Yang Dong couldn't help but feel speechless when he heard Wang Lingling's words. He always felt that Wang Lingling's words were just scolding him.
"Um...Miss Wang, haven't you heard a sentence?"
"What?"
"Don't guess what the boy is thinking!"
…
late at night,
A bright moon hangs in the sky, emitting a soft light,
Mr. Lu was still leaning on the recliner, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and was leisurely admiring the moonlight.
But at this moment, there was no maid serving him.
At this moment, a white shadow flashed past. Under the moonlight, the white shadow was so beautiful, just like a fairy who had just descended to earth.
"Mr. Lu, long time no see."
"Hey, little girl from the Wang family, tusk tusk tusk... what kind of wind is this that has brought you here?"
Mr. Lu leaned back on the recliner comfortably, picked up the wine gourd in his hand and took a sip. But he had no intention of getting up to greet him.
Wang Lingling didn't care about these.
She was still standing there, with a beautiful and equally cold face reflected in the cold moonlight.
She looked at Mr. Lu and frowned slightly when she saw that he was enjoying himself so much.
She looked at Mr. Lu mockingly and said:
"I originally thought that you followed Jia and left us because you had other ways to deal with the disaster."
"But, look at what you are doing now. You are greedy for pleasure. You only know how to enjoy the prosperity of this world. Have you ever thought about dealing with that unprecedented catastrophe?"
Mr. Lu seemed to have guessed that Wang Lingling would say these words. He shook his head gently, and a careless smile appeared on his cheeks.
"I am older now, and I have long taken a dim view of any disasters."
"Besides, didn't your father say it himself? Crazy Jia is a lunatic, and what he calculated is simply unreliable. In this case, why would I bother with this?"
"But this world is much more interesting than I imagined!"
As Mr. Lu said, he greedily took a big sip of the wine from the wine gourd.
Wang Lingling frowned again, but this time, her tone was a little more mocking.
"Do you think that Yang Dong is the person who deserves to be robbed by Madman Jia?"
"So you and Hong Laoliu are all surrounding him. Do you want to use his power to fight against the upcoming disaster?"
When Mr. Lu heard this, his expression froze slightly.
But the next second, he regained his composure.
"That's right, the person that Madman Jia calculated was Yang Dong, and he does have some abilities. You should have seen the big firecracker, right?"
Wang Lingling nodded slightly,
"I've seen it before. To be honest, it's quite amazing. I didn't expect that a mere ordinary thing could have such great power. Although it still can't cause much harm to people like us, it's pretty good."
"Oh, really?"
Mr. Lu smiled noncommittally, suddenly raised his face, and asked with a serious face:
"The power of artillery actually depends on its quantity."
"What do you think will happen to you if a hundred thousand big firecrackers explode around your body at the same time?"
"this……"
Wang Lingling hesitated for a moment and suddenly understood what Mr. Lu meant.
Her eyes lit up and she immediately said:
"So you think this object is one of the keys to the disaster?"
