I, Tyrannosaurus rex, raise cubs online [Transmigration Book]

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After dinner, Wei Jing immediately slipped back to the master bedroom, turned on the computer, and called up the treasure hunting plan he had recorded not long ago.

Beichuan Prefecture, Luoming Lake, Blood Moon Immortal Stone, tick.

Dongchuan Prefecture, Shenggela Mountains, Longzhi grass, tick.

Nanchuan Prefecture, Mosa Hills, Jackdaw Dragon Stone, waiting to be excavated.

Xichuan Prefecture, Sloan Desert, Purple Frost Secret Lotus, waiting to be discovered.

Zhongwangting, unknown place, holy lotus, to be discovered.

These treasures of heaven and earth were all recorded by him at his fingertips when he first drew up the outline and character design.

In the original novel, the Blood Moon Immortal Stone finally fell into the hands of Ke Luosi, and the holy lotus was also obtained by the second male number Shuji, and the other three things did not appear in the scene from beginning to end.

Wei Jing sat cross-legged on the computer chair, resting his chin with one hand. After thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the boss: On the map, the remaining two points marked by blue triangles are Isn't it the Mosa Hills and the Sloane Desert?

Time passed by, and the boss didn't reply.

Wei Jing thought that he was probably busy, so he might as well wait for him to come back, log in to Gogo Literature City, and start to climb the list to read articles.

Before he knew it, three hours had passed, he yawned, put down his phone, and recharged another 1000 yuan to his account. There was nothing he could do about it. Escape the background, upgrade the protagonist, the writing is relaxed and humorous, and the words are concise and clear. The point is that it has only been ten days since the article was published, and [-] daily changes are unshakable!

He was too lazy to type and leave a message, so he simply read a chapter and offered a reward. Before he knew it, the thousand he charged last time was gone...

But having said that, why does the more he looks at this protagonist, the more he feels the early stage temperament of this sand sculpture is so familiar?

The main character carved in quicksand made of waste materials, the backing of the golden finger against the sky, plus a mysterious cute pet... Damn it!

Wei Jing stood up abruptly, clutching the phone with both hands, wishing he could climb in and grab the author's neck, shouting: "I want to authorize you to use my father's set!"Ahhh!Give me back my dad's tip!

After half a minute of tangled expression, the author's father simply couldn't see it, and comforted himself in his heart: at least after 30 words, the protagonist has activated his bastard spirit and started to embark on the glorious road of fighting for world hegemony. Is it what he wants?

That's all, that's all.

Wei Jing sighed and shook his head, just clicked the fork, and was about to conceive of his new pit, when a small envelope appeared in the backstage of Gogo Literature City, he clicked on it, and it turned out to be the newcomer who just dropped 1000 yuan to chase after him Wang Author: Yu Zhijiang.

——Hello, cute, I think you are a newly registered account, and you have tipped so much money all at once, did you accidentally slip your hand?Do you need me to return it to you?

Ouch.

Wei Jing was taken aback, he didn't expect Dayu Zhijiang to be quite kind.

——No, I don't have slippery hands.

After replying seven words very coldly, Wei Jing didn't intend to continue to say anything to the other party, because after calming down, he thought about it carefully, the setting of waste materials plus cute pets is actually pretty bad Yes, the other party may not know the "great feats" that [Master MSG] has done.

So, it's better to be calm and don't take your own seat.

However, this Dayu Zhijiang seemed a little too enthusiastic, as if he had found a confidant, he chatted with him.

Wei Jing glanced helplessly at the message sent by the other party, and summed it up as follows: this newcomer king of Gogo Literature City is a newcomer author with no traffic foundation, and climbed to the top of the newcomer list entirely by hard work, plus Hundreds of Battle Royale is a holographic competitive online game open to star power users. Although this website has unlimited themes of various novels and a hundred flowers are in full bloom, in the final analysis, Dayu Zhijiang has few loyal fans. After finally catching one, I want to Try to stay.

Wei Jing smacked his lips inexplicably, thinking how to politely reject the other party's hospitality, when he suddenly froze: Dayu governing the river...Yu Dajiang? !

Wouldn't it be so coincidental!

With trembling fingers, he entered a line of content and clicked send. Soon, the small envelope changed from gold to gray, indicating that the other party had read it. Then, a reply came.

--Who are you?

shit.

The corners of Wei Jing's mouth twitched slightly. Why is the world so small? The male number three in the original novel, Ke Luosi's hit man Yu Dajiang, the big guy who frantically sought out abuse from the boss in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, actually came to write a novel up!

This beeps the feeling of a dog.

Wei Jing typed the next line expressionlessly: I am your father.

send.

Then, mercilessly shut down the page.

It's already 10:30 in the evening, and the boss hasn't come back yet.

After Wei Jing washed up, he got under the covers, took out his mobile phone, and looked at it in disbelief, but the boss still didn't reply, and he wasn't done yet?

He turned on the flight mode sadly, and turned to look at the three on the other side: "Cub, are you sleeping?"

The three dragon cubs, red sand beasts, and silver snow beasts were concentrating on playing the star power puzzle. After hearing his voice, they turned their heads in unison.

"sleep!"

"Uh-huh."

"Ow."

Although the pronunciation is different, the meaning expressed is the same.

The dragon cub decisively dropped the fragments in his hand, pawed a small follower, jumped to the side of the pillow, and then raised his paw to ask his father to undress it.

Simply obedient and obedient.

Wei Jing was quickly blown away because of the melancholy of the boss's delay in returning.

He took off the hoodie for it, folded it, put it aside, petted the three cubs one by one, said good night, and closed his eyes in peace.

This time, he didn't sleep very well, and dreamed of an earthquake again, a disaster scene comparable to the end of the world.

When he woke up in a daze, it was already the morning of the next day, and the images from the dream still vaguely remained in his mind. There was an earthquake, the house collapsed, and he... died.

The rhythm to finish.

This is the third time he has dreamed of an earthquake.

It is said that day and night have dreams, and many people think that dreams are often opposite to reality, but he has the illusion of reappearing yesterday.

After sitting on the bed with hair in a daze for 10 minutes, the door of the room was pushed open, and the rich and fragrant fragrance of flowers wafted from a distance, soon filling the whole room.

Wei Jing blinked in surprise, looked intently, and was speechless immediately.

The silver dining car is full of red roses, each of which looks like it has just been cut from a branch, with dewdrops on it, delicate and ready to drip.

The boss just pushed the dining car over and walked to the bed unhurriedly. He was wearing a vigorous three-piece suit and his hair was well-groomed. He looked at him gently: "Wei Yiyi, 999 roses The flowers are here, it's time for you to get up and eat."

Wei Jing grunted, swallowed, and suddenly panicked.

He really just said it casually, what kind of rose ring red wine steak violin is completely nonsense!

But from the looks of it, the boss is clearly serious.

Some stomach pains.

Wei Jing nodded hesitantly, got up quickly, brushed his teeth and washed his face, changed into a more formal casual suit, then faced the mirror again, suppressed the small tuft of bristling hair on the top of his head, and then walked away pretending to be calm In front of the boss.

"This flower..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a particularly unpleasant humming from the cart of roses. Well, at first glance, it was a variety in the garden, with its own horror movie sound effects.

"Do you like it?" the boss asked.

After hesitating for two seconds, Wei Jing nodded his conscience: "...I like it."

Breakfast was just as he expected, it was steak with red wine, and the old butler stood beside the long dining table with a violin and played a wedding march.

During the whole process, Wei Jing only felt that the whole person was stepping on the clouds, which was very unreal, until the boss took out the ring and knelt down in front of him...

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

Dad is about to have a nosebleed!

"Wei Jing, let's get married." The deep and charming voice was much more pleasant than violin music.

This is the first time that the boss called his name seriously.

Wei Jing looked down at his handsome face, those gentle water-like eyes that were looking at him tenderly, this man has never been someone to be trifled with, he has always been very clear about what a big villain should be like people.

But damn it, at this moment, he actually had the illusion that if he refused, it would be a serious crime.

"Ah."

The author's father nodded his head pretending to be cold, his hands trembled like an elderly person suffering from Parkinson's syndrome, and he was so excited and nervous that he couldn't add more.

The platinum gold ring has smooth and elegant lines, and the word "Wei" can be vaguely seen in the fine pattern. It is not as delicate and delicate as a women's ring, nor is it decorated with diamonds over 1 carat. But at the first glance of this wedding ring, Wei King knew he liked it.

Boss: "Shall I put it on for you?"

"Yeah." He nodded reservedly.

The ring was worn on the ring finger, and the size was just right. He vaguely felt that a mysterious force was locked on him.

Boss: "This is mine, can you help me put it on?"

"Okay." Wei Jing stopped pretending to be cold, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

The men's ring of the same style, the only difference is that the size and pattern are slightly different, and it looks very beautiful in platinum.

"You went out yesterday to buy a ring?" He asked impatiently, he didn't come back that night, which made him worry for a long time.

The boss smiled noncommittally: "That's right."

In fact, half a month ago, he had already queued up to make an appointment with Master Eric, wanting to order a pair of men's rings, but this pure art master with the strength of an eight-star powerhouse was too popular, until Yesterday evening, he received a message from the other party, informing him to go to help complete the final work.

These are not a pair of ordinary wedding rings. They look simple, but they are actually made of the most expensive metals and tempered with star power, and a nine-star defensive formation is added, which is enough to ensure the safety of the wearer.

"Then—" Wei Jing hesitated to speak, he wanted to say, what if he still refused after thinking about it for three days?

After all, when the boss went out yesterday, he hadn't agreed to the other party yet.

Boss: "What?"

Wei Jing quickly and wittily changed the subject: "Did you see the message I sent you yesterday?"

After a slight pause, the boss explained: "I saw it in the middle of the night, so I didn't have time to reply." Because he and Master Eric were also busy until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night to perfectly integrate the formation with the ring.

Wei Jing asked nervously, "Is it the Mosa Hills and the Sloan Desert?"

The boss didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "What treasures are there in those two places?"

Wei Jing didn't doubt that he was there, and quickly replied: "Jackdaw Dragon Stone, Zishuang Secret Lotus, but I'm not sure where it is yet."

No way, the author's father didn't open his eyes, after all, it was a detail that was not specifically described in the original novel.

"Is this also a dream?"

"……Yes."

The boss stretched out his hand and hugged him gently, his eyes filled with indistinct complexity: "Wei Shiyi, you won't leave without saying goodbye, right?"