Chapter 649: Ninth Birthday Is Still a Celebration

A few months passed in a blink of an eye, and this day was February 2, 3882 of the Holy Dragon Calendar.

The most festive day of the year on the Holy Dragon Continent has arrived, and people are talking about the festival.

The sensation caused by Zhang Xing has begun to be forgotten by people, and most people think he is dead.

The spies of the Fus Country are not as serious as before, and they even start to complain.

Why do you all go back to celebrate the festival with your wives and children, but leave us bachelors here to squat, we also have lovers.

As for Zhang Xing, he has been dead for a long time, why is he still squatting here? Even if he is not dead, he is probably a cripple.

The self-explosion of a great master in the Venerable Realm is no joke.

According to subsequent investigations, many monks who were a hundred meters away were killed on the spot, not to mention that Zhang Xing was only within a range of ten meters.

The only pity is that the six seventh-level dragons are not only being looked for by the people of Fus Country.

People from other third-class empires are also looking for them, hoping to get them in their hands.

Unfortunately, in such a big world, no one could find any trace of the dragon.

Zhang Xing's enemies had been happy for more than half a year, and on February 2, they decorated the house with lanterns and held a big banquet.

The Morgan family is said to have started the celebration a month in advance, and invited all the families that had been exploited by Zhang Xing, regardless of size.

Seeing them act like this, Pratt sighed and wiped away the tears on Nabao's face with comfort.

Bauhinia City has been in a dull and depressed state, with the acting city lord Andro, the deputy head of the Dragon Legion Monsi, and Solina, Tina, Fei'er, Xue'er... and so on.

Some of them forced themselves to laugh and led their subordinates to work normally every day, while others hid in the dark and cried secretly.

"Zhang Xing, I believe you must be alive. You can always create miracles. You could do it before, you can do it now, and you can do it in the future..."

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"It's February 2 again. I celebrate my eighth birthday alone, and my ninth birthday alone."

Under the night sky of the starry sky, a lonely boy shuttled through the major cities of Fox Country.

"I don't know what's going on in Zijing City. Are they all okay? Does Nabao often sneak out of the house to play in strange places?"

This young man is Zhang Xing.

Yes, he is not dead. How could such obvious signs of self-explosion escape his mind?

Zhang Xing originally planned to kill all the people brought by the prince, and then summon the magic beast army again to compete with the Fusi Kingdom.

He knew that the magic beast army with different levels and no training could not win this battle.

The magic beast army can only attack unexpectedly, but in front of the well-defended regular army, especially the more powerful Fusi Empire, their chances of winning are slim.

But at the moment when the Venerable was about to self-explode, Zhang Xing had a flash of inspiration in his mind and came up with an idea to delay.

If he didn't die, the Fusi Empire would definitely send a large army to attack Wanwu City.

Of course, they would not destroy Wanwu Kingdom, but just wanted to capture Zhang Xing under the banner of revenge for the prince.

At that time, the first to be implicated will be Nabao's family and some friends in Zijing City.

As for the emperor of the empire and the major guilds, it is impossible for them to fight with Fusi because of him. They don't have the strength to fight.

So Zhang Xing hid in Dragon Island and pretended to be killed by the explosion. Heibao and others also cooperated in the play.

Then Zhang Xing disguised himself and came to Fusi. While making teleportation marks in their important cities, he secretly observed their military strength.