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

"Come?" The tower owner is an old man, a vigorous old man in a suit and leather shoes, sitting upright like a gun, behind the large desk, staring at Su Bai as he walks in weakly.

The old man had a big back, shiny silver hair, a ruddy complexion, and no wrinkles on his face.If you only look at the body shape, it is not too much to say that he is a young man. It is only the occasional thoughts revealed by the deep black pupils in his eyes that make people realize that the person in front of him is the real ruler of the Tower of Babel for 800 years.

Su Bai drooped his eyes, the bow on his head was twitching, looking very frustrated, he sat down opposite the old man, and muttered, "Here we come."

"Why are you so listless?" The old man smiled, "You are not happy to see me?"

"I thought I had already written the three words 'unhappy' on my face. It seems that you are still old and your eyes are not very good." Su Bai replied.

"You, you, how do you say those four words? You are spoiled!" The old man pointed to Xiaolong's nose, "You know how to choke me."

"You know how to blackmail me with Senior Brother!" Xiaolong replied.

The old man smiled and handed her a document.

Even in the highly technologically advanced Tower of Babel, paper materials are still preserved due to their special sense of ritual.

"Your notice of major change, from the light department to the dark department, the procedures are all done, you just sign it." He watched Xiaolong's red pupils burst into flames of anger, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why? ,unwilling?"

"Dean Zhong agreed?" Su Bai didn't dare to open the document in front of him, staring at it.

"Of course he disagrees," the Tower Master smiled. "After all, since the invasion of Jiwei, the number of dark elements has increased greatly, and there have been more and more dark dragons. In addition, since ancient times, there have not been many light elements. The dharma is getting more and more declining, and fewer and fewer people choose the light department. Even the rare dragons of the light department want to choose the wind or fire department. He took over as the dean. Naturally, he refused to let go."

"However, as long as you sign, according to the process, he has no right to decide."

The old man waved another document in his hand, and said with a smile, "By the way, I just changed the procedure, and it has been reviewed."

"Tyrant." Su Bai spat out two words from between his teeth.

"I'll just pretend to be Xiaobai and you're praising me." The tower master said leisurely, "Let's sign it."

Unparalleled courage erupted from the red pupils of the little milk dragon. She picked up the document and tore it to pieces in an instant.

The more she tore, the tears couldn't stop flowing out, she choked up, "Teacher, you were not like this before."

"Did something happen to you?"

The old man looked directly into her red eyes, and didn't escape. Gu Jing Wubo's black pupils didn't even have a trace of emotion—in other words, all the emotions just flowed on his face.

"I've always been like this, Xiaobai."

"You really don't want to change departments? No, sit on the No.19 floor of the Tower of Babel in the future? Sit in my position?" The tower owner looked at the little milk dragon crying out of breath, and didn't care about it at all. moved.

"I don't want to!" Xiaolong roared, turned his head and walked away.

She broke down even more.

The disappearance of the big brother, among the only clues, is inextricably related to the teacher. Not only Fei Te was dug out at the scene, but also a ring that can control war robots that only the tower owner can control. That's corrupt.

She dared not think back at all.

The old man stared at the back of the little milk dragon, and said loudly: "You have a lack of soul! You can't learn the forbidden art of the light department! You will be a waste all your life!"

"Trash is trash!" Xiao Longtou didn't return.

until the door was slammed shut.

The tower owner slowly closed his eyes, and his whole body was exhausted, as if he lost all vitality in an instant.

The bookshelf behind him was suddenly opened!

There was a third person here just now!

A man in a black robe slowly walked out of the secret room, with regret and relief in his eyes.

"Xiaolong will still grow up." The two said in unison.

"She has that person by her side, so the flaws in her soul should be fine." They said in unison again.

The old man sitting in the seat was silent, but the man in black sighed long, and looked at the photo of the old man and four people on the desk. The two in the middle were Su Bai and Rommel, and the two next to him Think of it as Guderian and Manstein.

"Guderian, there are some things I don't want to do either."

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"Hey, old guy, why are you frowning? Are you unhappy?" Ji Xiaqing was still immersed in the horror of "I drew this talisman myself!", and was suddenly startled by the electronic sound.

"Fite." She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking about something."

She just sorted out her memory from beginning to end, and found no doubts.

But I have never drawn this talisman myself.

"Your eyebrows can kill flies." Fite's electronic voice seemed distressed, "Don't be unhappy, shall I show you a show?"

"Oh? What program?" Emperor Qing was very interested.

"Big Fireworks! Big Fireworks Exploding Fifty Electronic Hands/Rays!"

"...Thank you." Ji Xiaqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"By the way, the elevator is going up, and someone is coming." Fei Te shared the situation outside the door with Ji Xiaqing.

Ji Xiaqing jumped off the sofa with her short legs shaking, and sat in front of the monitor, "It should be here to deliver the bed. Xiaolong said that you have her receipt information, so I don't need to go out."

"Well, yes. Old guy, just watch my surveillance."

"No, the technology is so advanced, is it still delivered by people?" Ji Xiaqing frowned, holding his chin.

Fett's electronic voice also reveals confusion, "It's usually from a robot."

In the surveillance were two heavily armed men wearing hats and masks, with their heads lowered, as if they didn't want others to see their faces.

Feite's teeth and claws sounded, "Put down the package! Raise your hands! You are surrounded by Feite!"

Ji Xiaqing narrowed his eyes suddenly.

In the surveillance screen, the person on the left subconsciously touched his waist and was stopped by another person.

Not right.

She thought for a while, then quickly ran to the door, accepting for the first time—not only accepting but also using her current baby voice, and said childishly, "Uncles, can you leave a contact information? My mother is going out gone."

Fite's electronic voice was stuttered due to surprise, and it lowered its voice and said to Ji Xiaqing: "Old guy, I... I only have fifty electronic hands/mines and a can of strong acid!"

Ji Xiaqing motioned for it to keep quiet.

The two outside the door hesitated for a while, looked at each other, took out a business card from their pockets, put it on the door of the box, and stared back at the door, then bowed their heads and left silently.

"I just said it's okay." Ji Xiaqing narrowed his eyes, "They obviously misunderstood something."

Fate's electronic voice came with a confused murmur, "Fate doesn't understand."

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"I don't understand either. Why did I leave you a business card?" Xiaonailong squatted on the ground, put on gloves according to Ji Xiaqing's instructions, carefully picked up the business card, and kept it in a sample belt.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a business card, because there is only a series of phone numbers written on the front, and an octopus pattern on the back.

Ji Xiaqing's focus was different. She carefully distinguished the red eyes of the little milk dragon, and then reached out her hand in confusion to touch her face through the gauze, "Are you crying? Why?"

The little milk dragon froze, and turned his head away as if nothing had happened.

"fine."

Looking at this stubborn child, Ji Xiaqing felt so soft in his heart that he compared the height of the two of them, then jumped onto the table, hugged the little milk dragon's head into his arms, and coaxed clumsily, "It's okay, I'm here Well, don't cry."

Su Bai heard the voice of the little milk pretending to be mature, and immediately wanted to laugh again, but the tip of her nose was sour, she couldn't help but hold the little milk bag, and tightly squeezed her mouth.

You can't cry in front of Caiji, or it will be too embarrassing.

Feite stared at the man and dragon in front of him in bewilderment, sighed, and muttered, "Fate doesn't understand."

"It's okay, I'm fine!" After escaping in the arms of the little milk bag for a while, Su Bai suddenly raised his head, with a big smile on his face again, "Tell me, why did they leave you a business card?"

Ji Xiaqing saw that Xiaolong seemed to have returned to normal, and stopped talking too much, jumped off the table, and habitually paced the living room with his hands behind his back.

"Xiaolong, are humans really extinct?"

Su Bai nodded, "Completely."

Ji Xiaqing smiled, "I have doubts here," she looked at Xiaolong's helpless eyes, "Just pretend that I don't believe in evil."

She continued to pace, "I asked Fei Te, the delivery is usually made by robots, and no one will come. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. People should come to do things that robots can't do."

"Is there anything a robot can't do now?" Xiaolong complained.

"Investigate." Ji Xiaqing paused.

Su Bai pondered for a while, then honestly shook his head under Ji Xiaqing's expectant eyes, "I don't understand."

Emperor Qing: ...

Perhaps choosing a little dragon with a bad brain at that time also had disadvantages.

"Forget it, it's just a little speculation." Ji Xiaqing waved his hand, "Just pretend it never happened."

"Oh," Xiaobai scratched his head through the gauze, "Then should I tell Rommel or Dean Zhong about this?"

Ji Xiaqing turned around again with a surprised expression.

"If I say, it's better not to tell, will you listen to me?"

"Am I in danger? Is the Tower of Babel in danger?"

"I can guarantee your safety," Ji Xiaqing looked at Xiaolong, "As for the Tower of Babel...the Tower of Babel should have noticed this organization long ago."

Su Bai hesitated for a while, looking at the little milk bag in front of him, he didn't know how he was feeling, but nodded slowly.

"Then I will listen to you."