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

Under the gaze of two sharp eyes, Manstein shrank his neck and sat back in his seat obediently, obediently and vigilantly.

Ji Xiaqing walked over slowly, his eyes were filled with dark clouds that were about to burst into lightning.She raised her eyebrows slightly, with a provocative smile, "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

Manstein stretched out his hand, put his thumb and index finger together, and pulled it from the left corner of his mouth to the right, then shook his head vigorously, indicating that he would keep his mouth shut.

His Majesty Qingdi snorted coldly, turned around and saw Xiaolong coming over after drying the sheets, nodded at her, and raised his right hand to rub her head.

Hiss, so sour.

As soon as Ji Xiaqing raised her hand, she quickly dispelled the thought. Her right hand was in pain, and her left hand vigorously massaged the meridians of her right arm—even though she didn't have such a thing as muscles, she still had some comfort in her heart, didn't she?

Su Bai walked over, picked up his glass and drank a big sip of water, muttering, "I felt like I was going to die last night."

So much sweat.

The two looked at each other with smiles on their lips.

Weak and helpless, Manstein huddled on the sofa, trying to think about the serious question of "why the attack seems to have changed suddenly again", looking at the two people who seemed to be suddenly trapped in the pink sweet filter, couldn't help but Cough hard.

Su Bai turned his head and said angrily, "Second senior brother, why are you still here? Do you still have any information you haven't given me?"

Manstein shook his head, "No more."

"Then there is something else?"

"No... no."

Su Bai picked up his teacup, took a sip, and stared at Manstein.

Manstein flinched.

Xiaolong narrowed his eyes, and pretended to check the time on the terminal.

Manstein remained motionless.

"Then why are you still here?" Su Bai, who had signaled to Manstein many times to "go quickly" but failed, was finally annoyed. He stretched out his hands and punched Manstein for a round, angrily Say, "Must I just say it straight?"

Manstein was aggrieved, "How long has it been? How long did you say? Am I not your favorite second senior brother? I'm still playing the game of serving tea to see off guests. I really have hard wings."

Feeling guilty, Su Bai glanced at the master who was lazily leaning on the door frame beside him, and said calmly and grandly, "See if there is a place for you here?"

Manstein stood up with a snap, hummed, and walked towards Ji Xiaqing, conjured up a thick brown paper bag that hadn't even been opened and handed it over, "This is what the teacher asked me to give you." Yes, I said to pay a small deposit first, and I hope you can sort out the things quickly."

Ji Xiaqing took it, weighed it twice, turned it over and looked at the intact sealed bag, looked up at Manstein, raised the kraft paper bag in his hand, "Do you know what's inside?"

"I don't know." Manstein shook his head, "How dare I peek at the things here."

"Do you want to know?" Ji Xiaqing looked at the second in line heir to the Tower of Babel with great interest, and he was also the heir who looked the least like an heir at present - the big brother Guderian who had never been masked She heard Fei Te, Su Bai, Rommel and even the old man of the tower mention it many times. He is an outstanding dragon. Before he disappeared, the inheritance rights of the other heirs can be said to be a joke. All dragons think that he is a certainty. A tower master.

And Rommel, who seems to be a muscular man with a low IQ, has been ridiculed by Manstein many times, but he should be a master with something in his heart.And the youngest, Su Bai, is a little dragon who has always cut black for nothing. He looks silly and sweet, but he is actually a quite stubborn and capable little guy.

She was the only one who couldn't see through this second child.

The first impression is that he is a very stern Manyan King, but after getting along for a long time, he finds out that he is a good-tempered Dabailong with a tragic past.

and then?Gone?

Ji Xiaqing always felt that if Manstein was so simple, it would not be normal.

As for why he can't see it through, His Majesty Qingdi thinks that there are two reasons: First, Manstein is more difficult to figure out than these people, and the thoughts in his mind are deeper, so that he has reached a kind of "harmony between man and nature" or "Look at the mountain or the mountain" point.

The second possibility: he is really stupid.

Ji Xiaqing looked at him thoughtfully, and said softly, "You are Su Bai's second senior brother, I won't hide from Xiaobai what I'm going to do next—basically I won't hide it from you," she thought for a while , or a patch, "If you want to know, I can tell you too."

Manstein shook his head, his ferocious steel face revealed a strange gentleness, "I don't want to know."

Ji Xiaqing frowned, "Why?"

"Even your younger brother Rommel knows more than you."

Manstein shook his head with a smile, walked back to the sofa, quietly picked up a cup of coffee, blew on it, and said in a long-winded tone, "Why do you need to know so much?"

Ji Xiaqing was taken aback for a moment, then pursed his lips tightly, lost in thought.

"I know a lot of clues. After all, I am in this position. Even if I don't pay attention, many things in the dark will automatically reach out to me, but," he looked at Ji Xiaqing and said word by word, " Why should I care about this?"

"The Tower of Babel has been maintained for 800 years. Since the moment it was built 800 years ago to resist the invasion of the supernatural, the darkness under it has existed, just like light and shadow, coexisting forever." Manstein is not tight He said slowly, "The Tower of Babel has been running like this for 800 years, and it can continue to run like this for 800 years. After 800 years, I am already an old man, and even a slope of loess. After my death, Babel What does the tower look like, and what does it have to do with me?"

Su Bai looked at Manstein, who was drinking coffee with his head down, with some shock in his eyes.

She never thought that the second senior brother thought so in his heart.

"After the elder brother disappeared, do you still think so?" She couldn't help asking, "That is the position of the tower master, the supreme power and glory? Don't you want it?"

Manstein looked at her, his ferocious iron chin slightly opened, showing an ugly smile, "You don't want it, don't you?"

Xiaolong closed his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

Although the final results were similar, she realized that the reason why she and Manstein did not want to be the tower master was actually irrelevant, or even completely opposite.

Ji Xiaqing weighed the kraft paper bag in his hand, thoughtfully, "You live like a dog."

Su Bai was taken aback, looked at Ji Xiaqing, and muttered, "Master, why are you still swearing?"

Manstein smiled and stopped her, "No, it's not cursing." He looked at Ji Xiaqing, "I think it's at least a happy dog."

Ji Xiaqing walked over silently and patted him on the shoulder, "You are in pain."

She waved her hand and said softly, "Let's go."

This time Manstein stood up graciously, nodded gracefully, bid farewell to the two, and then walked slowly towards the door.

"I can feel that there is a flame burning in your heart." Ji Xiaqing looked at his back and suddenly said loudly.

Manstein sighed, "Maybe there used to be, but it's gone now."

He closed the door and left.

Not long after, he came to the top floor of the Tower of Babel, sat opposite to the tower owner's old man, with a gentle and harmless smile, "Teacher, what do you want me to do?"

The old man of the pagoda was instructing the documents one after another, and said calmly, "Is the thing green for the first time?"

Manstein nodded, "Yes."

The old tower owner finally raised his head, looked at his proudest apprentice in front of him——Guderian, who was even more cultivated by himself, and sighed, "She should come to me later, and you are also listening .”

Manstein stood up with a snap and walked out, "I refuse."

"Manstein!" The majestic voice of the tower owner's old man sounded behind him, "You can't just pass your life like this."

He turned around, with a relaxed smile, but the smile looked terrifying on his face, "Teacher, I'm fine now."

"Come back, sit down, and wait for news!" the old tower owner shouted angrily.

Manstein pursed his lips, turned his head and sat down reluctantly, and counted the lines of the gray marble floor tiles under his feet with his head down.

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Su Bai looked at Shizun who was sinking into deep thought with slightly downcast eyes, and walked over gently, "Master, what did you mean just now?"

Ji Xiaqing raised his head, walked to the window, looked at Manstein's leaving back, and frowned slightly, "Manstein is more complicated than anyone I've ever met."

He is by no means stupid.

"Damn cynicism." She sighed, "But you still believe in gods?"

Su Bai didn't understand what Ji Xiaqing was talking about, and scratched his head blankly, "Manstein is indeed a devout believer."

Ji Xiaqing shook his head slightly, "No, we can make a bet."

"If one day, there is a massive blasphemy in the Tower of Babel, Manstein will definitely be the most fanatical one."

The most devoted piety is also the most fanatical hatred.

She slightly pressed her swollen temples, then looked at the young dragon beside her, and chuckled, "You are really the youngest among your four brothers and sisters."

Regardless of age or intelligence.

Although Xiaolong is very talented, she is still far behind her senior brothers.

Su Bai thought hard for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking, resting his head on Ji Xiaqing's shoulder, groaning, "It's okay, Master, just take care of IQ."

Ji Xiaqing reached out, rubbed her soft face, looked at her tired profile, couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed her.

Xiaolong squinted his eyes blissfully, reacted for a while, then jumped up suddenly, his eyes widened, "Master...Master, what were you doing just now?"

His Majesty Qingdi blushed a little, clenched his palms into fists, placed them near his mouth, and coughed lightly, "What? Didn't you notice?"

Xiaolong shook his head frantically, "No, no, I have a feeling... No!" She suddenly came to her senses, puffed up her chest, "I don't feel it! I have to do it again."

Holding her shoulder with one hand, the reddish face of the master in front of him quickly enlarged, and the thick cowhide document bag in the master's hand was also placed on the other side.

Su Bai pursed his lips, his whole body became hot, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

It's just that the cold fragrance lingers in his nostrils, but the cold softness has not come for a long time.

She felt that she had waited for a century, so she had to quietly open one eye.

Ji Xiaqing looked at her with a half-smile, and the hand holding her shoulder slowly slipped down, pinching her biceps, then Ji Xiaqing turned around and slammed himself into Xiaolong's hot embrace, the other hand Hands also clasped her arms.

Bow down, exert strength, and fall over your shoulders!

Xiaolong was slammed on the sofa, with blank eyes open, looking at the back of Ji Xiaqing picking up the kraft paper bag and walking away, wanting to cry but not crying.

"Hey, master, it hurts~" She accused Ji Xiaqing's atrocities super loudly, coquettishly.

Ji Xiaqing ignored her, looked at the many meals in the kitchen, picked out a steamer to fill with soup dumplings, and ate them calmly, looked at Su Bai who was swearing on the sofa and declared that he wanted to hug him or he would not get up. He ate a small soup dumpling expressionlessly.

"Woooooo, Master, how can you deceive people's feelings like this?"

His Majesty Qingdi raised his eyebrows slightly, admiring the scene of fake crying that could win the Golden Broom Award, then raised a small soup dumpling, bit through the thin skin, and drank the delicious soup inside.

"Master! I'm angry! It hurts to fall over my shoulder!"

Ji Xiaqing put down the three or four steamers left in his hand, picked up another basket of steamed dumplings, and continued to watch the dragon performance.

After making a fuss for a while, Su Bai fell powerlessly on the sofa, pouted.

It didn't hurt at all, the master apparently withdrew his strength and fell on the sofa again.

She was actually a little bit annoyed and a little bit unhappy—that person was just eating breakfast in the kitchen leisurely, not caring about herself at all.Su Bai lowered his head in frustration, and finally realized a fact:

Master probably won't coax me who is making trouble out of no reason.

She has read from all kinds of messy books that if a person likes another person, it is probably a ghost idea that he can tolerate her petty temper indefinitely.

But the master in the kitchen is obviously not like this.

She was like a frost-beaten eggplant, slumped on the sofa weakly, her eyes drooping slightly, a little downcast.

A pair of beautiful legs slowly stopped in front of him, and Ji Xiaqing's voice came after watching the show with a smile, "What's the matter? Stop making trouble?"

Su Bai sat up silently, looked up at Ji Xiaqing with a sincere expression, "I'm sorry, Master."

His Majesty Qingdi, who was watching the show, was taken aback, "Why do you say sorry?"

"I shouldn't make trouble for no reason, it doesn't hurt." Xiaolong obviously raised his head, but his tone was so low.

If you know that there will be no good results, and you are not qualified to be spoiled unreasonably, you should apologize early to avoid worse consequences.

Ji Xiaqing was dumbfounded. He didn't know what was going through the dragon's mind just now, but he always felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly sat down and frowned slightly, "What's the matter? Just that incident?"

Su Bai bowed his head, as if he would not give up until he studied the texture of the fabric on the sofa clearly, and said softly, "It's okay, Master, I understand."

Ji Xiaqing: I don't understand.

She stretched out her hands, held Su Bai's cheek forcibly, forced her to look at herself, and pretended to be fierce and said, "Look at me!"

Su Bai raised his head slightly, there was a bit of indistinguishable water in his eyes.

His Majesty Qingdi pursed his lips, finally sighed, hugged him into his arms, and muttered, "Isn't it just not according to your wishes, so it's necessary?"

She had no choice but to kiss Xiaolong's forehead, and said helplessly, "Okay, pretend enough, don't pretend to cry."

Xiaolong's eyes lowered again.

It has a different meaning than before.

"Master, let's look at the one sent by Manstein." She took a few deep breaths, carefully broke herself out of Ji Xiaqing's arms, and quickly changed the subject, with a smile on her lips, "What did you say yesterday?" Did you make any deal with the teacher?"

Ji Xiaqing looked at the sealed kraft paper bag, took it over, looked at Xiaolong beside him, hesitated for a while, then suddenly walked into the study with the kraft paper bag, and closed the door.

Su Bai froze in place.

Still have to be kept secret, nothing can be known.

Deep tiredness welled up in my heart.

His Majesty Qingdi stood behind the door, thought for a while, and suddenly realized that doing so would probably cause the guy outside to misunderstand even more.

So Su Bai looked at the door and suddenly opened a gap, poking out the master's head.

Ji Xiaqing said at a loss, "It's not that I want to hide this matter from you, but I want to consult about other things first. That, don't be sad, I didn't want to hide it from you!" She emphasized twice , and felt that it was not sincere enough, Da Da Da ran out, stood in front of Su Bai seriously, rubbed her soft hair, "Let me clarify some things first."

Su Bai watched as Master ran back again, still holding the kraft paper bag in his hand.

The knot in her heart suddenly dissipated a little, so she sat obediently on the spot with her chin in her hands and waited.

Waiting and waiting, she thought about last night again.

Master's voice was hoarse and tired, and his arms kept shaking in his dreams. Even after a night's rest, his voice today was somewhat lacking in energy.

The little guy pursed his lips and sighed.

How can you not care about yourself for such a sacrifice?

But even though she knew Master's answer, she still wanted her to say it herself. Even the series of actions just now seemed a little inexplicable and crazy to her.

I just want to hear her seriously say to herself: It is you who loves you, and it is you who treat you well, not others.

Inside the door, Ji Xiaqing walked around a few times with a solemn expression, and suddenly shouted, "Taiyi!"

A blue figure appeared in the study.

His Majesty Qingdi turned to look at her, pinched his chin with his fingers, and thought hard, "You saw it just now."

Taiyi nodded, "I see."

Ji Xiaqing shook his head in confusion, "What's wrong with Xiaobai? She wasn't so careless before."

Taiyi: "..."

Did you call me out to ask me this?

Ji Xiaqing looked at her, a little dissatisfied, "I'm asking you something."

"Um, Your Majesty, let me confirm," Taiyi asked cautiously, "Are you asking an artificial intelligence about your relationship?"

Ji Xiaqing looked at her and nodded seriously.

Taiyi took a deep breath, hesitated for a while, and began to come up with an honest idea, "I think, Xiaobai, she just looks carefree, but in fact she is very stubborn in her heart, and it is easy to get into a corner when she is sure about it, such as Heta It's a matter of anger. Now it seems that Xiaobai is too sensitive to your behavior."

Ji Xiaqing hurriedly nodded in agreement, "I think so too, why?"

Taiyi quickly split a thread to analyze Su Bai's behavioral logic, remembered the reminder that he forgot to give that night because he went to check the game's abnormal data, and cautiously put forward constructive opinions, "I think, Xiaobai seems to always think that you Treat her like someone else."

His Majesty Qingdi looked at her in bewilderment, "No way, except for the first few times when I was really in a daze, I didn't miss it the rest of the time."

She was sure that the one she fell in love with was Xiaobai.

Laolong is wise and gentle, but she regards her more as a teacher and friend.

Taiyi split another thread to look at Xiaolong who was sitting alone outside, and came up with an idea, "Why don't you take the initiative to confess to Xiaobai."

Ji Xiaqing's hands froze, and then he covered his head, whimpering, "I can't hold back my face."

Except for that night, why didn't Xiaolong take the initiative to confess his love?

"But, I think Xiaobai is also waiting for an answer now." Taiyi looked at His Majesty Qingdi, sighed, and persuaded, "What's the use of face? How much can you sell? For your future happy life, You should speak first."

Ji Xiaqing thought for a while, then waved his hands dejectedly, "Go down first."

Taiyi nodded and ran away.

"That's right!" Ji Xiaqing suddenly stopped her again, turned his head, his eyes were fierce, "Don't peek later!"

Taiyi's claws went numb in an instant, and he said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, haven't we already given you enough time?"

Ji Xiaqing pointed out the door expressionlessly, "Do you think Xiaobai's temperament can wait until night?"

Taiyi looked at the sun still in the east, was silent for a while, turned his wrist, and passed something silently.

"What is this?" Ji Xiaqing looked curiously at the small square in his hand.

"You can understand it as an enhanced version of the data vacuum, the coverage area is this house," Taiyi sighed, "I can't violate my procedures, I can only continue to monitor, but you don't know where you got this I can't help the powerful version of the military data vacuum, right?"

Ji Xiaqing pointed at Taiyi with a smile, "You always take advantage of your loopholes like this." She looked at the small cube in her hand with interest, "This thing..."

"One time, three hours at a time, and then it can't be used." Taiyi quickly told Ji Xiaqing the information he wanted to know, and quickly went offline before His Majesty Qing asked, "Is there any extra?"

Three hours should be enough anyway.

Ji Xiaqing put the little cube into his arms dumbfounded, and started to pace, thinking about what to say later.

"Xiaobai, I want to tell you something." She muttered to herself, then shook her head, denying this opening, "It's too common."

"Xiaobai, I think there's something I need to tell you... What's the difference from just now!"

"Comrade Su Bai, I need to report to you about my ideological work...what a mess."

Taiyi looked at Ji Xiaqing who was pacing around, and couldn't help covering his head.

Or she should have sent a copy of the things about the confession in her database to His Majesty Qingdi just now, which is better than His Majesty's temporary cramming.

His Majesty Qingdi, who had been struggling for about half an hour, finally mustered up the courage and pushed the door open with a creak.

Su Bai who was sitting outside the door suddenly raised his head, looking at her with shining eyes.

Ji Xiaqing strode over, with a warm and steady smile on his face, "Xiaobai, there is something I want to tell you."

As soon as the words fell, His Majesty Qingdi wanted to slap himself twice.

Why did you go back again!

Su Bai looked at the calm and twitching master in front of him, nodded slightly, and became more serious, "Speak."

Ji Xiaqing pondered for a long time, then said gently and steadily, "I have never fallen in love with anyone."

Su Bai's nose was sour.

"Before I met you."

The author has something to say: I want to drive a real car (bushi)

No, the main reason is that the little guy has grown up, and the emotional line should take a step forward to facilitate the next plot (look at my sincere eyes!)

It's the last time!Overwhelmed by the attack of the first night, cough cough cough~

感谢在2021-03-0323:49:18~2021-03-0421:33:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Doctor11th1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Moyun 11 bottles;. . . . . . . . . 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!