Eye of Darkness

After dinner, Yan Ming put away the dishes and chopsticks. As soon as he turned around, he saw Xiao Mao who had already changed into a light blue yukata.

Seeing that Yan Ming had looked over, Xiao Mao smiled slightly.

"Xiaoyan, hurry up and change your clothes. I've prepared a set for you. The fireworks festival is about to start."

As he spoke, Xiaomao took a set of light gray yukata from the sofa. There were some patterns on it, which made him look calm and calm.

"I don't know what color you like. I don't have white clothes here. I bought this gray one in the store before."

After hearing Xiao Mao's words, Yan Ming looked at the clothes in Xiao Mao's hands with some embarrassment.

Although it is not ugly, it is a bit inconvenient to move when wearing it. For Yan Ming, he is not used to this feeling.

"Do you really want to wear it?"

Yan Ming asked hesitantly.

"Of course you have to wear it. How can you have a festive atmosphere if you don't wear it? Besides, many people are wearing it at tonight's event and competition. You don't want to look out of place, do you?"

With that said, Xiao Mao directly put the clothes on Yan Ming's hands, ran behind Yan Ming, and pushed Yan Ming's shoulders.

"Okay, go change quickly, or you'll miss the game. Your room is the second one on the right on the second floor."

Hearing what Xiao Mao said, Yan Ming sighed slightly and thought he should just do as the Romans do.

Thinking like this, Yan Ming took the clothes, walked up the stairs, and came to the room Xiao Mao mentioned.

The room is fully furnished, and the small bookshelf is filled with many books about elf cultivation.

Yan Ming glanced at it briefly and stopped paying attention. These cultivation methods on the market can't improve people much at all. Even if they have experience, they won't spread it and ruin their jobs, right?

After changing out of the inner clothes, the gray yukata prepared by Xiaomao was very soft and light, as if it was nothing.

When Yan Ming was ready to go down, he saw Xiao Mao waiting at the door.

"Let's go."

Yan Ming nodded and followed Xiao Mao's pace.

At night, the colorful strips of colorful lights surround the trees and flaming red lanterns, and the lights reflect each other, like a colorful picture.

Food stalls selling food on the street sell apple candies, chocolate bananas, steaming fried noodles, takoyaki, butter potatoes, squid yaki and other foods.

The crowds of people coming and going walked together, their faces filled with festive joy.

Walking on the street, looking at the laughter and laughter coming to his ears, Yan Ming's eyes dimmed a little.

...

Zila Zila.

The TV set with a snow-white screen sometimes flickered and sometimes returned to noise.

Yan Ming had long thought that in this age, people still watch this kind of TV at home.

Thinking about it, Yan Ming smiled helplessly, and then looked at the bowl of dumplings on the table.

This is stuffed with leeks. He spent some time wrapping it in the morning and preparing to eat it in the evening. After all, it’s Chinese New Year and the family still needs to have a meal, right?

The bells rang at night, and the countdown to the New Year came from the gray TV.

Sighing slightly, he turned around and looked at the dark and empty room around him. He was silent for a long time and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I have had enough, and I still hope that they can come back for the festival...

Looking at the gray screen in front of him and listening to the lively sound of firecrackers outside the window, Yan Ming felt a little bored for some reason.

...

"Xiaoyan? Xiaoyan?"

"Uh...ah?"

After coming back to his senses, Yan Ming looked at Xiao Mao who had walked in front of him and was a little confused.

"What's wrong, Xiaomao?"

After hearing Yan Ming's words, Xiao Mao's face darkened.

"Are you distracted? I just asked you if you wanted to throw darts. The grand prize in that store is a momentum band."

Momentum band? Isn’t that a probability life-saving artifact?

Yan Ming was a little surprised. You must know that there are not many momentum belts circulating in the market. Although the price of each one is not exaggerated, it is not cheap either, and the supply exceeds demand. Yan Ming wanted one before, but he never had one.

Found it.

"Where? Let's go play."

Seeing Yan Ming regain his energy, Xiao Mao breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the well-decorated shooting shop in front of him.

Yan Ming saw it at a glance and placed it on the momentum belt of the grand prize.

Without saying much, Yan Ming walked quickly to the small store.

"Boss, here's a set of darts."

The boss was a middle-aged man. When he saw the little guy Yan Ming, he didn't say much. After collecting the money, he took out eight darts.

"You get a prize if you hit five."

Yan Ming nodded to express his understanding. For him, throwing a dart was just like playing. As Yan Ming swung it hard, eight darts flew out from Yan Ming's hands and feet at the same time, blasting eight of them accurately and directly.

The small balloon, and because of Yan Ming's strength, many surrounding balloons exploded after a few seconds.

This scene made the surrounding passers-by, including the boss, a little stunned.

We can understand that you can hit it, but eight of them were fired at the same time, and they all hit. What's even more outrageous is that they actually directly burst other balloons. This is a bit too scary for you.

Yan Ming looked at the results and said they were pretty good. When he was about to ask his boss how much he wanted to win, he saw the strange looks in the eyes of the people behind him. Even Xiao Mao, who had some knowledge of Yan Ming's skills, couldn't help but gulp it down.

Mouth and mouth.

Seeing this, Yan Ming was confused for a moment before he understood and felt helpless.

According to his original strength, Yan Ming can actually control the output of force very well, but the strength increase after being strengthened by golden particles is not small. Suddenly Yan Ming is a little uncomfortable with the sudden arrival of power. Secondly, just now

Yan Ming's mood was also a little subtle, so he used a little more force to lead to the current situation.

It seems that I have to master this improved power as soon as possible.

"That boss...the big prize..."

Before Yan Ming could finish speaking, the boss understood what Yan Ming meant. Without saying much, he directly handed the headband embroidered with a fire pattern to Yan Ming.

He said coldly with a dark face.

"Little brother, I've got this headband for you, you'd better go somewhere else to show off your skills."

As he said that, he ignored Yan Ming.

His idea is also very simple. If the opponent is so powerful, it will be a matter of time before he gets the momentum belt. Instead of letting the opponent continue to play like this and make himself lose money, it is better to just let him leave.

As for not letting the other party play, he has also considered it, but thinking about the strength of the other party just now, he has not hesitated. If the other party refuses to leave, he still has business, so it is better to cut through the mess quickly.

Seeing the boss's driving away attitude, Yan Ming smiled. In fact, he didn't want to be like this.

Xiao Mao looked at Yan Ming and pulled Yan Ming away without saying much.

"Xiaoyan, you are quite powerful."

Xiaomao naturally saw what his boss was thinking, and he was helpless about this.