Ning Zheng felt these people were just thinking of useless things.
Why can't we just idly enjoy ourselves?
Humming a tune, sipping on some wine, munching on popcorn, watching the capital's fights like spectators.
Ning Zheng shook his head:
"These blacksmiths really have a death wish all day long."
Ning Zheng continued to watch the battle scene.
Bang.
The sale event completely exploded, the surrounding streets also blew up, utterly simple and unembellished, all sorts of explosions, even from a distance you could feel the incomparable pressure making it hard to breathe.
Soon after.
Boom!
The entire scene exploded in an instant.
In the audience seats, everyone exclaimed and cursed:
"What the hell! The screen's gone."
"It can't be, it was just getting exciting."
"This TV sucks, it's flickering, should we give it a couple of knocks?"
"The TV isn't broken, let's think positively, maybe it was just the Sword Fairy exploding in place?"
