Tomorrow was his birthday, and Wang Ling had never had much hope for it, because there had been so many mishaps on his birthday in previous years that he had long since passed the age when he would look forward to it.
Every birthday told Wang Ling that he had grown a year older and had become a hundred million points stronger.
For Wang Ling himself, before he had found a way to completely control his battle prowess, his birthday every year was nothing more than a reminder that God had stuffed another spoonful of gunpowder into his body..
His peers were all looking forward to his birthday now, but Wang Ling hoped that time would slow down a little.
Ever since Wang Ling turned seven, he hadn’t had a birthday party in his memory.
It was hard to imagine that he could even blow out a candle and create the visual effect of the fire escape fireball spell, directly burning down his home..