Ghosts on Douluo Continent

Yi Amber left the Pope's Palace, said goodbye to Bibi Dong, came to the research institute to take a look, and found that everything was moving forward in an orderly manner, so she left with peace of mind.

He decided to take a vacation for himself and wander around Wuhun City.

Before he awakened his martial spirit, he would often walk aimlessly on the road, measuring the martial spirit city with his own feet, and getting to know the residents of the city with his own eyes.

At first, the older children from the orphanage would be arranged to accompany him. Later, maybe he slipped out too many times alone, or maybe some big shot said hello, and he was left alone.

Sometimes Qian Renxue would leave the palace, and Yi Amber would hide in a corner with her, watching the clouds, talking about how vast the sky was, and laughing and joking.

But after all, Qian Renxue didn't have much time to come out. The ones who stayed with him the most were his brothers and sisters in the orphanage.

What now?Ian Pur thought.

Qian Renxue is far away in Tiandou, digging for the foundation of the feudal aristocracy.Well, the method is a bit cruel. My sister turns out to be a ruthless master.

Although it is just a boring in-fighting at the top, it has planted the seeds for subsequent work - it is my sister's character that needs attention.

If Gentle Qian Renxue is only limited to Yi Amber...hey, why does it look pretty good.

Yi Amber shook her head and got rid of this bad idea.

And what about the brothers and sisters in the orphanage?Ian Amber looked up at the sky.

The orphanage is a home shared by everyone. Those who leave early will often provide meager support to the younger generations.

Those who have not awakened their soul power will go to distant places to fight hard through the relationship between their brothers and sisters when they grow older.

Some are learning crafts, some are traveling with caravans, and some are working for people to make a living. They are like stars in the sky and are living in all directions, but they can neither look at them nor see them.

Those with soul power can go to school with the support of Wuhun Palace and become the reserve force of Wuhun Palace.

Just like Hu Liena, she would go back to the orphanage to visit, but it was rare.

What happens after he awakens his martial spirit?

Yi Amber was a little happy.

Then, through the organization of the Wuhun Palace and the Blacksmith Association, Yi Amber more or less connected the departed brothers and sisters.

Those who stayed in Wuhun Palace were also taken care of through the research institute and many people were absorbed.

With this thought, his footsteps took him back to the orphanage.

After saying hello to Lao Xiao from the grocery store and knocking on the doorman's window with a smile, Yi Amber ran into the courtyard.

He said hello to the teachers, touched the heads of the younger brothers and sisters who gathered around him, gave a hug to the new-faced children, and seriously shook hands with the babies who had just opened their eyes.

Looking at the familiar yet strange orphanage, Yi Amber realized that it was not long before she left here.

"Ian Amber, say something." The teacher at the orphanage said to him.

He is also a big shot.

She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say - Yi Amber was not a "ghost" known for her fame - in the end, she just said some words for the occasion.

The difference is that in the end, facing each of the children, he swayed a piece of holy light.

"May the light be with you."

This is his blessing. Among this group of people, there will probably be many more people with soul power.

"Brother Ian Amber, what is the Holy Light?"

Yi Amber pondered for a moment: "Holy light comes from faith in human nature."

"May you always be young, stay kind, stay awake, and stay vigilant."

Looking at the confused children, Yi Amber was ready to say goodbye.

"Come back more often." The dean said regretfully.

"...No...I'm afraid there's nothing we can do..." Yi Amber said sadly, "There are still many, many children, many, many people, waiting for me to save them."

"wait for what?"

Ian Amber said the last few words so quietly that the dean did not hear them clearly.

"Maybe it's the Holy Light." Ian Amber smiled.

After leaving the orphanage, Yi Amber spread holy light along the way.

"May the Holy Light be with you," he said to passers-by.

Most people just laughed it off as if this little guy was crazy again.

Someone was bored and asked him what the holy light was, and Yi Amber sprinkled the holy light on him.

The Light is freedom.

The Holy Light is equality.

Holy light is morality, holy light is wealth, high communication of spiritual thoughts, and realization of one's own value...

Under the illumination of the holy light, visitors may feel curious or surprised, and their feelings vary.

But for Yi Amber, who knows what he said.

Not meeting strangers on the road by chance, Yi Amber walked non-stop.

The sun shines light on him, corresponding to the holy light.

"Another journey

Right at your feet

Save others by yourself and be aware of them

I want to spread this wonderful truth to the world

You want me to be covered with golden clouds everywhere in Kyushu

Life is limited

There is always no limit to achievements. "

Walking in the streets and alleys of Wuhun City, Yi Amber spread the holy light wherever he passed.

Walking and walking, through spring, autumn, winter and summer, walking in all directions, walking and walking, the little boy grew up and changed his appearance.

In the spring, autumn, winter and summer, Wuhun City and the research institute skyrocketed.

In all directions, the Holy Light of Saints has long been famous.

Things have changed, but there are always people who never forget their original intentions.

Ian Amber, he decided to change the world.

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Ready to move on to the next volume.

In fact, there are many things that can be written about the establishment of this research institute, but the small building has not been written.

For example, the few collected chapters of Xiaomi Hill were dropped. In fact, there is another point - it was caused by the sudden birth of this organizational structure that did not belong to Douluo World's "research institute", which disturbed the cake of the original knowledge holder. of twists and turns.

This is a small accident that occurs under the general environment.

Of course, it is somewhat similar to the analysis in the chapters of "Rebellion in the Research Institute", but as for the Internet article, it needs to be written more clearly, but it is not written well after all.

There are also many things that are only buried and broken, making them appear to be just scratching the surface and nothing about the character has been developed.

This is indeed a question of level, there is nothing to say.

A little digression.

In two days, October 10th is the Remembrance Day to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.Xiaolou looked at the deeds of the volunteers that had been uncovered recently and felt really ashamed.

Why do you think I, a young bourgeois, am writing this book? Maybe you can tell that at first I just had a brain twitch after reading "Let the Bullets Fly".

But the more I wrote, the more I felt that there were too many things to learn and history to understand, and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to write about them, and combined with fantasy, it would easily appear nondescript.

Xiaolou is really rubbish. Let me apologize first. I’m really afraid that I won’t be able to write well.

Of course, eunuchs don't know how to be eunuchs. It would be a loss of character if I suddenly stopped writing. I wonder if someone will read this book.

There are still many stories in my mind, so let’s accumulate experience first.

Let’s talk about this for now. It’s almost twelve o’clock. If there is no update, it will be discontinued today.

Everyone, go to bed early and good night.

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