I got up from the coffin and was taken back to the nest by the dragon

"Ah... um." Su Bai woke up early in the morning and was startled again by the little dumpling in her arms. Fortunately, she reacted in time, buried her head in the pillow, and controlled the screaming in her mouth.

The hazy memory slowly recovered, she lowered her head and looked at the little milk ball that suddenly ran to her bed last night and stretched out its hand with a gloomy white light.

Scared of dragons.

And it doesn't look like they're here to do anything serious.

The little milk dumpling smacked her lips and muttered a few words, she seemed to be in a deep sleep, her body was flushed red, her messy hair stuck to her face, the sense of cold boundaries that was slightly different from the real hair reminded her again She, this is a soul.

Well, it's still her master.

#师尊睡在我表达#, #下弄上#

A lot of things from the plot of the novel floated out of Xiaonailong's head instantly.

Xiaonaituanzi moved his hands and feet, startling Su Bai.

Fortunately, Master just turned over and continued to sleep.

"What the hell were you going to do last night?" Seeing that the little guy didn't wake up, Su Bai heaved a sigh of relief, muttered something in a low voice, stood up carefully, put Ji Xiaqing in the sunken place covered by his heat, covered the quilt, and tiptoed out Door.

Closing the bedroom door, Su Bai looked at the projection on the window in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Inside, my master, that milk dumpling."

She couldn't help laughing suddenly, opened the window, squinted her eyes to feel the comfortable breeze, and a ridiculous thought flashed through her mind——

It's good to just bask in the sun and blow the wind without worrying about the origin of the story of the identity of the soul in it.

The milk dumpling buried its head lower in the quilt, listening to the suppressed and happy laughter outside, sighed deeply, and curled the corners of its mouth.

Fortunately, the ability to pretend to sleep is still there.

When the laughter outside the door stopped and the footsteps slowly went away, she poked her head out again, took a deep breath, and pressed her cold palm against her hot face.

It's too embarrassing, and this kind of thing will never happen again.

"What the hell was I going to do last night?" She remembered Xiaolong's whisper and sighed.

It seems to be a little more careful.

Taking a few deep breaths, His Majesty Qingdi, who had prepared himself mentally, opened the door slowly.

"It's time for breakfast." The little dragon in front of him showed no abnormalities at all, holding a plate, smiling down at Ji Xiaqing.

"No need," Ji Xiaqing quickly recalled the taste of the sawdust-like energy bar, and immediately refused, walking around Su Bai with short legs, "I'm a soul, so I don't need to eat."

"Really?" Su Bai had a happy smile on his face, "Because I'm rich, I specially bought green onion egg pancakes made with raw materials."

She watched Xiaotuanzi in front of her slowly stop, turned around, her nose fluttered slightly, and then looked up at the plate she was carrying, her eyes sparkling.

Then His Majesty Qingdi said seriously, "I think it's not bad to start a good day with breakfast."

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The two sat facing each other. Because the table was too high, Xiaolong specially moved a high stool for children so that Ji Xiaqing could reach the table.

"Master, did you sleep well last night?" Xiaolong sat opposite her, holding his chin, looking at Ji Xiaqing with a smile.

"Don't call me Shizun." Ji Xiaqing's expression froze for a while, not getting used to the new address, and he said through gritted teeth.

"Good master, how did you sleep last night?" Su Bai continued to go his own way with a smirk on his lips.

"It's pretty good," Ji Xiaqing chose to take it with one stroke and then forcibly changed the embarrassing topic, "I can't tell, you still have this ability?"

She looked at the golden crispy flatbread in front of her, and moved her index finger.

Suddenly there was a cup in front of him, and when he raised his head, it was Xiaolong's narrow eyes with malicious intentions, "Master, children, drink more milk to grow your body."

"Don't call me master!" Ji Xiaqing gave her a hard look, and tried to correct her again.She took a sip of warm milk, took another big bite of the pancake, chewed it, and asked vaguely, "Is it because you are poor at cooking? Why do you eat it so weirdly?"

Xiaolong also took a bite, and shook his head in confusion, "I'm eating quite normally," she whispered, her eyes drifting away, "I'm not so wasteful that I can't even heat half-finished products."

With an expression of "I knew it was like this", Ji Xiaqing bit his mouth again and shrugged, "It's okay, it's probably because the perception of the soul is not quite the same as that of the **** after all."

Hearing this, Su Bai ate a few mouthfuls quickly, trotted to Ji Xiaqing's side, picked up the weightless soul in her frightened eyes, and frowned in confusion, "So what do you eat? Substance How can it be transformed into the 'virtual' represented by the soul?"

She weighed it.

Still no weight?

Looking up again, Long Mou met Xiao Naibao with a resentful expression on his face.

"The ancients had a relatively shallow understanding of souls." Ji Xiaqing stared at Xiaolong and put himself back in his seat, took a sip of milk gracefully, and said calmly, "But there is a consensus that has been reached—souls are also material." A sort of."

She was just about to discuss with Xiaolong about the theory that "the world is unified, the world is unified in matter, and the unity of matter in the world is the unity of infinite diversity" [1], when she looked up, she saw Xiaolong staring at her body with great interest. eyes.

"What are you doing?" His Majesty Qingdi noticed the hot eyes of the little guy, and couldn't help but move back.

"If we can study the difference between matter and soul, and how to transform each other, it should be a big topic, and it can apply for a lot of funding." Su Bai rubbed his chin, staring at Ji Xiaqing as if staring at Ji Xiaqing. A gold ingot.

"You want to slice me up?" His Majesty Qingdi became furious for a moment, staring at the little milk dragon viciously.

"How dare I," Xiaolong felt wronged, but his eyes were bright, "cooperate with the laboratory research? Test various data and so on. If you don't hurt your body, you will be paid a lot."

A small hand slapped her head, rubbed it hard twice, and then knocked hard again and again.

His Majesty Qingdi gritted his teeth, "Aren't you no longer short of money? Why are you still so penny-pinching and you are full of crooked ways?"

Xiaolong squatted down covering his head, begging for mercy, but the corners of his lips raised again, and he muttered, "I have a plan."

She was going to give Master a big gift.

It is not only the hard-to-produce medicinal materials that are beneficial to the soul, but there is actually a set of ancient equipment handed down from the end of the Middle Ages, which is said to be able to restore the soul.

It's just that the energy required to start that set of equipment once is indeed an abyss that cannot be filled, and the maintenance of the equipment is also a lot of money.

Adding the two together, to use the equipment once, you need sky-high credits.

Su Bai did the math last night, and the sky-high price... is probably around 100 million credits.

So she came up with the idea of ​​that thing, but there was still a shortfall of about 20 credit points. If she continued to collect it slowly like before, she might not be able to make it up in five or ten years.

"Okay, okay, I won't mention it," Su Bai saw that Ji Xia Qing seemed to be vaguely really angry, and hurriedly got up and hugged the little milk bag and shook his arms, and smiled like a dog, "Master, Su Bai is wrong. The habit of saving money will not be changed for a while."

She made a gesture to slap herself, and raised her hand high, as if she was about to slap her hard.

Ji Xiaqing sneered and looked at it with folded arms, not intending to stop him at all.

With a bitter face, Su Bai looked at Ji Xiaqing aggrievedly, "Master, I was really wrong."

She didn't want to tell Ji Xiaqing that she might be able to restore this possibility.Probably because he didn't want to give her false hopes, after all, he hasn't used that thing for so many years, so he really doesn't know if it works.

Besides, she knew that Ji Xiaqing was also proud. If she really said that she would give her the small money that she had worked so hard to save for so long to restore her soul, she probably would not want it.

Besides, she still wanted to surprise Ji Xiaqing.

As Su Bai thought about it, his hand slowed down and stopped in the air.

His Majesty Qingdi raised his eyebrows, "Hit it?" She raised her chin, and there was a look of contempt on Nai Tuanzi's face, "Should I hit it?"

Xiaolong gritted his teeth and waved his hand down.

Just take it as the price of speaking rudely and indiscriminately.

The hand that was about to reach Su Bai's face was suddenly supported by a thick yellow light, as if it had fallen into a quagmire and could no longer go down.

"Okay," Ji Xiaqing slapped Su Bai's head with a stinky face, "There won't be a next time."

Su Baixi smiled, and stood at attention, "Don't worry, Master, I promise I won't do it again!"

Ji Xiaqing turned his head, gulped down the warm milk, inhaled the storm, and had already given up on correcting Xiaolong's name.

Shizun is Shizun, I really have to change the title, lest I always confuse Xiaolong with Dahei, which is unfair to Xiaolong.

His Majesty the Qing Emperor reluctantly backed down a step.

Xiaolong next to him was still chirping, "Although we have money now, according to Master's instructions, we still have to return to a simple life style. From tomorrow onwards, we should eat energy bars and nutrient solution."

His Majesty Qingdi paused his hands, glared at the little guy who was playing the tune, and then slowly began to taste the milky fragrance in his mouth, with the tip of his tongue reluctant to part.

You can't slap yourself in the face right away.

Su Bai smiled cunningly and cutely, and then the angry Emperor Qingdi grabbed him by the collar and messed up his hair.

"There is no class this morning, let's start now."

Sitting on a high stool, His Majesty Qing Di opened his hands towards Su Bai.

Xiaolong raised his eyebrows and pointed to himself, "Do you want me to carry you down, Master~?" The sweet and greasy address became more and more aggressive.

"Don't call me that, Master!" Ji Xiaqing frowned again, she ground her teeth, looked at the height of the high stool, and pouted, "Do you want me to jump off?"

Su Bai held back his laughter, hugged Nai Tuanzi in his arms, walked towards the "coffin" in the study, and teased, "Master, you are a soul, you..."

"It can actually fly."

His Majesty Qingdi, who was nestled comfortably in Xiaolong's warm embrace, turned pale.

"You're the only one with a mouth! You're the only one who can talk!"

The dragon is being beaten.