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

Three minutes later, the door slammed open again, Xiaolong stood at the door panting, and Xia Qing showed an embarrassed smile.

Ji Xiaqing even saw traces of the haste spell on her body.

"Okay, come in."

She suppressed a smile and walked into the house again, looking at the obviously tidy house—at least the apparently tidy house on the surface.

If she ignores the corner of the snack bag protruding from under the sofa.

"It's bigger than I thought." Ji Xiaqing froze for a moment, his brain spinning rapidly.

Lack of money, but living in a big house in the high-rise core residential area of ​​the Tower of Babel, and...

"This is my bedroom, will you live with me or should I tidy up a guest room?"

There is also a big bed made of gold with a width of two meters.

Ji Xiaqing was blinded by the rush of jewels and jewels, and refused extremely firmly, "Forget it, I don't want to sleep on a bed made of gold."

Xiaolong scratched her head and muttered, "How wonderful is gold." After thinking about it, she clicked on the terminal and entered the home furnishing market.

"Here, you can choose what you want, and I will pay for it!"

"Why are you so generous this time?" Ji Xiaqing marveled at Xiaolong's sudden generosity, and took the terminal to browse.

The little milk dragon laughed and scratched his head, "I am your guardian, and your credit is still with me."

She pays the bill, Ah Qing pays, good job!

Emperor Qing: I knew that I shouldn't expect more from this money-obsessed dragon.

"It's just why are they all made of gold?!" Qingdi silently glanced at the rows of furniture markets that look like distribution centers for nouveau riche, and found that these beds are all similar—slightly different styles can't conceal the gleaming gold nouveau riche temperament.

"There are only giant dragons in the Tower of Babel, and dragons love shiny things." Su Bai had already jumped on the bed and rolled a few times, sighing comfortably, "There are also some giant dragons who prefer the original ecology and don't live in Babel. Inside the Tower of Babel, I chose to build a dragon nest made of gold in the area covered by the Tower of Babel, filled with gold."

Ji Xiaqing turned to the bottom, and finally found one that was not made of gold, and the price was pitifully low.She clicked to buy, returned the terminal to Su Bai, and asked with great interest, "Why do dragons like gold so much? Have your scientists researched anything?"

"Of course!" Su Bai sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ji Xiaqing with a smile, "The theory widely recognized by the academic circle is the theory of environmental adaptation."

"There are really boring scientists doing research." Ji Xiaqing was dumbfounded, "Did you draw any conclusions?"

"This is not boring," Su Bai hugged the little milk bag in his arms, rubbing her hair with a little anger, "Shouldn't the dragon be allowed to trace his origin?"

Ji Xiaqing tried hard to push away Su Bai's hand rubbing his head, but Xiaolong's short fleshy hand was easily caught and put aside, and Xiaolong's hand was still on his head to do whatever he wanted.

"To put it simply, it has something to do with the environment in which the dragon was first born in the natural world," Su Bai teased Ji Xiaqing while recalling the knowledge in the textbook, "When the dragon first appeared, due to the huge dragon body mass and The density is very high, and the occasional dragon breath can easily melt most rocks in nature, so the nesting of giant dragons is a difficult problem."

"Gold is very inactive and will not be easily melted by dragon's breath. It can exist in the form of simple substances in nature and is easy to find. It also has relatively excellent strength and toughness. It has become the best choice for giant dragons to build their nests."

"Over time, this kind of memory has been engraved in the DNA of the dragon, so now the dragon also loves shiny gold."

Su Bai hugged Ji Xiaqing and fell back, lying on the bed, groaning a few times, "It's comfortable and helps sleep."

Ji Xiaqing was already used to being held in her arms helplessly.

"By the way, Ah Qing." Su Bai played with the soft hair of the little milk bag with his fingers, and also noticed that the little milk bag suddenly stiffened when he heard the call, so he didn't ask, but said softly, "You stay at home later, I'm bored to look at the things in the terminal, I have to go out."

Ji Xiaqing struggled to get up, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the big bow on the bed, frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

Xiaolong snorted, with a somewhat dejected tone, "On the 19th floor, I have to meet the tower owner."

"That's a disrespectful thing," she muttered, "Rommel said that if I don't go to that old guy, he will hang him up and beat him."

Ji Xiaqing also suddenly realized the name of that muscular man.

"Rommel...?" That famous Nazi general?

"What's wrong with the name? The tower master took it." Su Bai didn't understand why Ji Xiaqing looked strange.

"It's okay," Emperor Qing straightened his mind, affirmed his old friend's bad taste, and asked Chi Chi, "What's your relationship with him?"

Su Bai scratched his head, "Well, how should I put it?" Her face was still a little more serious, "The owner of the tower is my teacher, master."

"I am the fourth heir to the No.13 Tower of Babel."

Ji Xiaqing's eyes widened in shock.

Feeling like hugging a prince's thigh?

Xiaolong looked at the expression of "I was so scared that the melon seeds fell off" on Xiao Naibao's face with a funny face, and couldn't help but reached out and scooped it into his arms, rubbed his tender face fiercely, with a smile on the corner of his mouth , "Rommel is my little brother, and he is also closest to me."

Ji Xiaqing blinked.

"Are your senior and second senior brothers named Guderian and Manstein? [1]"

Xiaolong was also surprised.

"how do you know!"

Qingdi sighed, "I, this old antique, know a lot more than you think."

It seems that the bad taste of old friends has not diminished in the slightest.

"Wait, you are the little apprentice of the tower master, and the apprentice is the heir?" Ji Xiaqing suddenly discovered the blind spot and frowned, "I am not familiar with this inheritance system."

Su Bai shook his head, "It's difficult for the Dragon Clan to have children. The Tower Master doesn't have any direct descendants yet."

"Okay," Ji Xiaqing reluctantly accepted the explanation, but still felt something strange in his heart, and asked casually, "Then why is your heir so short of money?"

The little milk dragon felt aggrieved when he said this, and rolled down on the bed, groaning.

"I had a quarrel with the old man!" Ji Xiaqing looked at Xiaolong and pursed his lips, "He wanted me to compete with Laolong and Laoman for the position of tower master."

Xiaolong turned over in boredom, looked at the little milk bag on the side, and said softly, "I don't want to argue with my seniors."

Qingdi looked at the little milk dragon's whole body shaking, couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her head, "Then what?"

"I got angry with him and chose the light department."

Emperor Qing: ...

If you don't know what to say, just smile.

Su Bai looked at the little milk bag with a vicissitudes of life smile that didn't match his age at all.

"Forget it, I won't say much," Su Baiyan'er got up and looked at his golden bed reluctantly, "I have to go."

"By the way, the courier in the Tower of Babel is very fast, and it will arrive in about a while. If I haven't returned when they arrive, you can ask them to leave the door. Feite has my receipt information, don't open the door, don't Open the door for strangers." The little milk dragon babbled like an old mother to instruct the old emperor, and when he heard the blue veins on Qingdi's forehead, he was both funny and angry.

"I'm leaving, be good."

Ji Xiaqing watched the back of the little milk dragon disappear at the door, and shook his head speechlessly.

I really think I am a child.

She quickly frowned and thought about the question.

My old friend must still be alive, or in other words, must still have considerable influence.

"It's actually quite simple to verify." She clicked on the terminal and entered a few words in the search box.

【Fifth Emperor】

As we all know, there are five people in the Four Emperors.

There is no search information.

"Ha, you are still alive." Ji Xiaqing chuckled and closed the terminal.

The Fifth Emperor, whose surname is Fifth and whose first name is Zhi, is the closest person to her.

It wasn't for any other reason, it was purely because the two were fellow villagers, they both met in the wilderness of the Ether Continent and found out that the other was from Blue Star.

She quickly frowned again.

What did he do to survive?

After all, the two are still human bodies, and human flesh and blood bodies cannot resist the passage of time after all.

If he still has some influence, he should have recognized himself.

Why don't you come to me?

Why can Xiaolong break into his resting place?Why did those formations have no effect on her?

Why are you late?The wake-up device didn't work?

Also, this spell.

From his storage space, Ji Xiaqing took out the spell with the full name [Prohibition of Soul Transcending Matter Phase] that was lifted by the dragon's claws, which is the culprit that made his soul stay in the coffin for 1 years.

"It's a good thing that little dragon didn't sell it." Qingdi couldn't help but smile when he thought of the money-obsessed little dragon.

She spreads out and stares.

This spell is difficult to understand, and few people can use it, and there are very few people who know it. As the ancestor of spells, she should recognize all those who know it.

Different people draw the same spell, even if the pattern is the same, but the effect of the spell is very different, and who draws the spell can be seen from the habit of using the brush.

For example, for the same triangle, some people are used to draw with one stroke, some people are used to three strokes, some people are used to clockwise, and others are the opposite.

"Let me see who sealed me." Qing Emperor muttered to himself.

Soon, her eyes suddenly frightened, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

"I drew it?!"