Chapter 3094 I Need 30,000 Words a Day

Li Tianming looked at his back and felt a special sense of sadness.

"Black Wandao Ring?"

In addition to the shackles, Li Tianming also saw a very ancient black Wandao Ring on the old man's hand, which showed that the old man belonged to Wandao Valley and came from the boundary, not a local.

As long as someone with a black Wandao Ring, even if he became a 垆 realm, he would not be a high-level person in Wandao Valley in the end.

If you are not born in Wandao Valley, it is difficult to reach the level of Venerable or Saint Ancestor.

"The most important thing is, these shackles don't seem to be ordinary things?"

In terms of material, it seems to be ordinary metal ore, probably Tianjun ore!

However, as a member of the Tiantian clan, Li Tianming has a different vision from ordinary people.

He is very sensitive to the 'barrier lock' made by the barrier!

Although the material of this shackle is ordinary, Li Tianming feels that it seems to have a very complex barrier lock.

This kind of barrier lock is generally used to lock the inheritance of battle tactics, or like the secret room that opens the honeycomb ancestral realm in the ancient god's capital!

This is the first time that Li Tianming has seen a lock used to lock people.

Because normally, to lock a person, a Tianyuan artifact is enough.

This kind of barrier lock, with ordinary material shackles, can only mean that the existence of the old man is locked up, and he wants to lock him to death, but he doesn't want ordinary people to see how advanced the shackles are.

"Why do you have to go to such trouble to lock up an old man who is about to die and wears a black Wandao ring?"

As a member of the Tiantian clan, Li Tianming's hands itch when he sees such a barrier lock.

This is the instinct of the race!

"No wonder I think he is strange at first glance... What attracts me should be the shackles with tens of thousands of barrier locks stacked on them!"

It's so strange!

Li Tianming was very uncomfortable with the barrier lock of the shackles, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder broke out. Anyway, he had plenty of time in the future, so he didn't enter the Wandao Ruins, but came to the old man sweeping the floor.

"Uncle."

Li Tianming shouted respectfully.

The old man didn't respond. He was still hunched over, dragging his shackles and chains, picking up debris on the ground.

For example, broken swords, torn clothes, discarded happy balls, etc.

"Uncle, can I take a look at your shackles?" Li Tianming asked.

The old man suddenly froze, and he turned around tremblingly. Li Tianming saw that he was indeed very old and looked very ordinary. His hair and beard were sparse, and his eyelids were drooping and a little hard to open.

"Kid, you are calling me?" The old man spoke very slowly. His lips moved for a long time before he said this sentence. The lag was comparable to Yin Chen.

"Yes." Li Tianming smiled. Since he responded, Li Tianming was not in a hurry, but chatted first, saying: "Excuse me, uncle, what is your name?"

This old man is different from others. He will not hate Li Tianming because he is a cheap blood beastmaster.

However, Li Tianming still paid attention to the eyes of others, so he did not intend to stay in front of the old man for a long time, for fear that his own troubles would implicate the old man.

"I will call you uncle." The old man was obviously very tired, but he still said with a smile.

"Young man, what is your name?" the old man asked again.

"Then I will call you little uncle." Li Tianming said.

"Haha!" The old man laughed, and he seemed to be quite comfortable, not as lonely as Li Tianming imagined.

"Excuse me, uncle, how old are you?" Li Tianming asked.

"Me? I am eighteen years old." The old man shook his head.

Li Tianming's eyes went dark, and he said, "Uncle, how can you be eighteen years old?"

"I'm lying to you, are you?" the old man said seriously.

"Then what job do you do, you look so mature?" Li Tianming asked with gritted teeth.

"Me? I'm a writer! 30,000 words a day, it's a living! Look, I just finished writing 30,000 words today, and came out to sweep the floor, that, exercise, it's great!" The old man said with a smile,

"......!"

Li Tianming was speechless.

It seems that this old man likes to joke.

Since he couldn't talk to him about anything, Li Tianming got straight to the point and asked: "Uncle, forgive me for being abrupt, I want to take a look at your shackles, okay?"

"Sure, young master. But don't let your foot odor!" The old man said with a smile.

"My feet must smell good..."

Li Tianming held his breath and squatted down.

He stretched out his left arm and pinched the shackles. Facing the shackles full of enchantment locks, Li Tianming felt it immediately.

The hexagonal scales on his palms permeated with bursts of faint light.

His fingers couldn't help but want to move.

"Good fellow, at least 100,000 barrier locks, who is so evil that he locked this old man like this?"

Li Tianming frowned.

Although he was tempted, he also knew that the person who could do such a thing should not be a mortal.

Not to mention that he could not afford to offend him now.

Let alone whether he could succeed.

If he succeeded and unlocked the shackles, I don't know what the scene would be like.

Now with the opponent of the Huangdao family, Li Tianming could only withdraw his hands in time and not cause more trouble.

"How is it? Young master, how does your feet taste?" The old man laughed.

"It feels like flying." Li Tianming stood up.

He took a deep look at the old man.

The old man was very comfortable and very old. Li Tianming could not see anything unnatural on him.

"Uncle, how long have you worn these shackles?" Li Tianming asked.

"It's been a year. After all, I'm eighteen years old today." The old man said.

"Who put it on you?" Li Tianming asked.

The old man hissed and said, "Don't ask. If the little naughty boy hears it, it will be terrible. He will tie you up too."

Little naughty boy?

Li Tianming nodded. He thought about it and finally asked in a low voice: "So, do you want to untie it?"

"No, it's good this way. Otherwise, I'll always want to go out and play, and I won't be able to concentrate on writing books. I have to write 30,000 words a day!"

It must be said that after chatting for a long time, his mouth seemed to be enlightened, and he spoke more and more fluently.

As he spoke, the old man took out a notebook with sloppy handwriting on it, and it was unclear what the words were. He said proudly: "See, this is my work, the title of the book is... What God? It tells the story of the protagonist Lin Feng, who came to the door as a son-in-law and finally conquered his mother-in-law. Hush! I like you, so I'll lend it to you to read. Don't circulate it!"

Conquer the mother-in-law?

Li Tianming was almost scared to death.

The protagonist Lin Feng!

As expected, the name Lin Feng is more suitable for the protagonist.

The old man stuffed the book to Li Tianming, and Li Tianming could only hold it in his hand.

"When no one is around, it's so cool to read it secretly!" The old man blinked.

"......!"

"Sweep the floor, sweep the floor, exercise my young body, I want to write 9 million words this year, I'm so poor, I have to write to death!"

The old man waved his hand, hunched over, staggered, and left while muttering.

Left behind Li Tianming holding a book.

Disheveled in the wind.