Dragon Clan: I can only cheat if I can't lose the Dragon King in seconds

Chapter 120 In the Palace of the Dragon King, No One Tours (4800)

"Okay, your focus now should be on the mission... How about the special training on the Great Barrier Reef?" Professor Mance seemed unwilling to talk about it, and started to ask about other things with a straight face.

"The degree of completion is not bad." Ye Sheng turned his head and winked at the silent Jiude Yaji, "If it weren't for Yaji, I should have completed the planned training earlier, hahaha."

He grimaced, and put the heavy helmet on his head.

The black diving suit swallowed all the sunlight shining on it, and the dark color flashed through the notches.

"Commissioner Ye Sheng, preparations are complete!"

"Get ready to go into the water and check whether all the equipment is in normal operation." Mance nodded and pursed his lips. "Congratulations... Maybe you can find Norton's bedroom in the near future."

"If that honorable Majesty hasn't woken up, he will probably become the first dragon king captured by a hybrid." Ye Sheng nodded, the diving suit fit his body perfectly, so the nodding action didn't look too bulky.

*
Underwater of the Yangtze River, at 100 meters

A huge bronze-colored palace is so quietly embedded in the rock formation, with complicated patterns and countless tiny gears engraved on the surface.

The underwater environment caused the surface of the bronze city to be stained with copper rust, and the light red rust covered the bronze walls like epilepsy scars one by one.

Maybe Norton didn't think about the fact that the palace would fall into the water, or maybe the dragon king who mastered the world's top alchemy thought that this level of erosion was not enough to destroy the precise operation of the Bronze City. Anyway, it's very strange... The appearance of the crystallization of the highest technology of dragons is now such an ugly appearance.

In a certain huge space in the palace, there are two giants that are too big to describe.

The pitch-black back, so ferocious that each piece is like a knife or sword, has sharp protruding scales, a chain-shaped giant tail that can reach a quarter of the body's length, and limbs that are somewhat short compared to the body... some dragons in the West When cultural experts saw these two behemoths, the first thought that hovered in their minds must be - dragon!

These are the two dragon attendants, waiting in deep sleep for their sovereign to fully awaken.

If it weren't for the occasional trembling of the thick eyelids that made a little golden light seep through the tiny gaps, they would be more like lifeless sculptures.

But at a certain point, they suddenly... came alive.

The snake-like slender neck suddenly lifted up, and the ancient iron mask carried a god-like majesty.

Their long tails twitched in the air and turned into two fuzzy black shadows, blasting the air like thunder and roaring.

Two pairs of huge golden pupils are as bright as gas lamps, completely illuminating the somewhat dark room.

But they didn't look at each other, but with some kind of emotion... all facing the same direction, as if they were on a pilgrimage, and seemed to be devout believers who were expecting something to come.

That direction is where Norton and Constantine's "eggs" are stored.

A copper pot stood quietly.

Made of brass, the surface is incised, Gandhara-style patterns, two snakes are wrapped around the trunk of a giant tree, the heads of the snakes are raised to the sides.

It seems that this should be a container without gaps, but strangely, there is a large hole on one side of the copper tank, which is the color of gray tin, as if corroded.

However, this gap did not cause any strange changes to the copper tank. The gap in the black hole is like a passage leading to an unknown place. Maybe jumping in can lead to places like Two-dimensional or something.

It has stood here for thousands of years, until... today.

The moment the two dragon servants woke up, the brass pot shook violently, and the temperature rose sharply, heating the surrounding air to an extremely hot level in an instant.

It's a pity that there is no combustible material nearby, so there is no hot flame to respond to such a high temperature.

Boom, shake!
The egg-like jar even had a tendency to topple over, and an indescribable growl sounded muffled from the jar, irritable and eager.

It was a language that humans could not understand, and He was calling... "Brother".

Constantine, the King of Bronze and Fire, announced his awakening, and his state...was temporarily stable.

*
"Okay, I won't die."

After Old Tang said this, he suddenly pressed the pause button for all the scenes in front of him.

Looking up at him with vigilant eyes, the little boy looked like a bug trapped in amber, standing still in place with a strange sadness, the right hand that was about to put down the brush was still hovering in the air, about to touch the table.

The thick ink licked by the tip of the brush dragged the tip down, and a drop of water gathered on the grape’s buttocks, hanging down—before it, there was another drop that had left the round body of the grape and walked into the air...still in the up in the air.

What the hell?time stop?
Old Tang was also taken aback by this scene, and quickly raised his hand to pinch his face.

Fortunately, I can still move.

A thought flashed through, and Old Tang realized that something was wrong again, he was dreaming, right?
It seems right, because the nightmare I had before would not suddenly end even if I realized it was a dream, but would go through all the steps like the set program before "kicking Old Tang out of the group chat".

Then if the dream gets stuck and the bug stays still forever...does it mean that I will never wake up?
A layer of cold sweat covered Old Tang's forehead, and he tugged at his silk clothes, which were made of good material, and he was at a loss for what to do about the current situation.

Without a timing tool, Old Tang didn't know how long he had been here.

Anyway, from the moment of madness at the beginning to the current sit-down, Old Tang was already drowsy.

Being sleepy in a dream seems to be a very mysterious thing, but being stuck in a dream is an even more mysterious thing!
He thought, sitting cross-legged at the table and taking a nap.

The grapes on the plate had already entered Old Tang's stomach, and the little boy remained motionless in that position, like a wax figure.

"Have you forgotten?"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind Old Tang.

Old Tang, who propped his chin with his left hand from time to time, jumped up suddenly, as long as there is something that can move!

He turned his head, and there was another strange child standing behind him.

The boy appeared to be Chinese, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a pure black dress with a white square scarf tied in his jacket pocket.

Kid, did you go to the wrong crew?
Old Tang looked down at his clothes and thought.

"Hello hello! I'm sorry I didn't hear clearly just now, what did you say?" Old Tang felt that the gloomy temperament carried by this child was completely out of line with his age.

"Have you forgotten?" the boy asked softly again.

This time he stood at a distance of two or three meters from Old Tang, his pale golden pupils almost covered the sun's radiance.

"Ah? Forgot what?" Old Tang didn't understand.

He kind of wanted to say that children can tell riddles to him just by putting on adult clothes and pretending to be serious, even at the age when the second middle school disease occurs.

"Ah, it seems to be more thorough... Even I forgot about it." The boy muttered, tilting his head, "But it doesn't matter, I will let you remember everything based on what I talked about with a certain guy. "

He sighed, and raised a hand very reluctantly: "This is the difficulty of our little salesman, the first sentence, the bottom is broken... Although I think it is better for you to die."

Old Tang was shocked. The nonsensical words that came out of the child's mouth didn't move him, but he felt a little funny.

But after saying the last sentence, he suddenly felt a huge shadow pass by him, like the god of death who harvested life passed him by.

Hell, what a little salesman!
Could it be that this child is the doorman of Death?No. 999 death package, thanks for your patronage, consuming [-] souls!

Reaper also employs child labor?
"Don't be so scared, I'm just talking. If you really let you die, my brother and He will be unhappy... If it's just my brother, it's okay, it will pass after coaxing, but He is not so easy to lie."

The boy pouted, his eyes shone with a sly light, flowing slowly like a golden substance.

"But it seems like I'm at a loss... why don't we make a deal?"

"What deal? Can you let me go out first?" Old Tang probed his head, as if there were lice crawling all over his body.

He really didn't want to talk to the little boy.

"No." The boy said flatly, "Norton."

"What, what?" Old Tang said, "Hey, didn't you recognize the wrong person? My name is Ronald Tang. They usually call me Old Tang. Who is Norton?"

"I'm glad that this period of time does not seem to have a low status in your memory, and you can still suppress the memory of the impending blowout recovery to dominate."

The boy said softly, curling his lips, "How about it, do you remember anything? You can temporarily call me Lu Mingze, which is the name for my stupid brother."

"What?" Old Tang screamed, suddenly it seemed that the cute face of the boy in front of him had turned into something more terrifying than a ghost. He took a big step back and almost fell, then he smashed open the door and rushed in without looking back. I went out...but when Old Tang looked up again, he saw the familiar courtyard and the boy before him.

He was caught in a strange loop.

"What kind of deal, what kind of deal, what kind of deal... I don't make deals! Are you a devil?! Talking nonsense is actually trying to kill me!"

Old Tang suddenly jumped into a rage. This kind of anxiety came for no reason, and he broke out from the bottom of his heart, "Get out... get out, get out! I'm not interested in making a deal! Those who sell their souls to the devil will sink into the fireworks of hell forever. !"

"Go away!"

Something was chasing him in the void, and it squeezed into Old Tang's head the moment he paused.

Old Tang knelt down and knelt down in pain, clutching his head. Just now, it seemed that a whole choir rushed into his head and started a concert. The deep, deep bass and sharp piercing treble...

The chaos is about to explode!

"elder brother……"

"Where are you?"

"Brother, why don't you eat me? Then nothing can stop you... No, it's us."

"We'll be dancing in the wider sky...not the quagmire."

"Brother, people who are stuck in the quagmire cannot move their legs. We are all in the quagmire, so why don't you eat me? If you eat me, you can... rule the world."

"You are good food, but that would be too lonely... For thousands of years, we have been relying on each other. Only in this way can I escape the infestation of loneliness."

"Abandoned clan...it's really too lonely."

"But brother, death is really sad...you are going to die."

"No, Constantine, I will not die, and neither will you."

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

"Constantine!"

Old Tang's hands that were tearing at his hair fell limply.

He remembered, all of them.

He is not Ronald Tang, he is, the Dragon King Norton.

"How is it, do you remember?"

The little devil's delicate face came closer, with a trace of curiosity, like a brat who is too curious.

"It's really not a happy thing to see you at first sight."

Old Tang raised his head slowly, the golden color in his eyes was so rich that it couldn't be infected.

"Anla Anla, you think I want to see you." Lu Mingze quickly waved his hands with a disgusted expression on his face, and then backed away, "I wouldn't want to bother you if it wasn't for the employer's message."

"What kind of place is this?" Old Tang raised his hand and frowned, "This environment... reminds me of some not-so-good memories."

"Bingo! Guessed right, you idiot!" Obviously old Tang didn't say anything, but Lu Mingze was already applauding himself. He snapped his fingers, and everything around him shattered like fragments.

They stood in a pitch-black void.

"Welcome to my house! Huo Huo, remember that the last time was thousands of years ago?"

"I'd rather not come." Flames ignited around Old Tang's body, burning quietly in this place where there was no combustibles or even oxygen.

The Lord of Bronze and Fire holds the power of fire.

To them, fire is as reliable as the most loyal servant.

"Wait, wait, I really don't have human rights. You all either drive me away or run away by yourself. Can you wait for me to finish speaking?"

"Hey, only at this time can I realize how good my silly brother is to me... Maybe give him more benefits next time."

Lu Mingze sighed and stretched out his hand to stop Old Tang, still thinking.

However, a seemingly powerless movement... The raging flames around Old Tang's body were slowly extinguished.

Like the rules of the world, the concept of "fire" is erased in this area.

So there can be no fire here.

Old Tang turned his head and stared at Lu Mingze: "Does a monster like you also talk about human rights?"

There is neither alienation nor disgust in the words, but a sense of... helplessness can be heard.

"Don't rush to leave, how will I settle the account for waking you up early?"

Lu Mingze didn't answer Old Tang's question, but instead brought up other matters. He dragged out an abacus from somewhere in his hand, and pushed the abacus into a crackling sound.

"It's just a little earlier... I will wake up sooner or later anyway." Old Tang looked at him coldly, not appreciative.

It is rumored that the one with the hottest temper and the most tyrannical among the four monarchs is Norton, who masters the most advanced alchemy, and created the Seven Deadly Sins by himself to end the lives of several other brothers and sisters... However, such a A tyrant, he can hold back his temper and chat with Lu Mingze.

"And then? A child who sleeps late will never end well." The little devil stretched out a finger and shook it twice, "I will be spanked by my mother... well, let's stop making trouble."

Seeing Old Tang's irritable eyebrows and eyes again, Lu Mingze sped up his speech.

"The hybrids have found the location of the 'Bronze Realm', and they will be able to find a chance to enter within two weeks at the latest. If you wait until the day you wake up naturally...Konstantin is probably dead."

"If you can accept this ending, it's a big deal and I'll change you back. Anyway, it's not the first time I've done a loss-making business."

After finishing speaking, Lu Mingze thoughtfully offered another solution to Old Tang.

"no need."

Old Tang was silent for a while, as if he did not doubt the authenticity of what the boy in front of him said.

"What do I have to give? My heart?" The magma-like anger in Old Tang's eyes surged and fell, "Actually, we are on the same side in a sense."

"Ouch, it's so disgusting." Lu Mingze bent over as if vomiting, "That kind of thing will make me as stupid as you."

He suddenly straightened up again, his face was as cold as a rock that had been blown by the sea wind for thousands of years, the red gold in his bright eyes was exploding, like a bottomless vortex, trying to swallow everything he saw.

"Okay, I don't have much time, now let's talk about business."

"About, Constantine's life money."

"Devil No. 119 is here to serve you wholeheartedly...ah, don't worry, I'm just practicing my speaking skills."

*
Chicago, in a hotel

Lu Mingfei and Old Tang were lying side by side on the not-so-soft big bed, and Su Ting was sitting on the chair beside him typing on the keyboard. When they came back, Lu Mingfei had drifted into sleep.

Carrying Old Tang, who was sleeping soundly in a coma, back to the hotel, the first thing Su Ting saw when he opened the door was that the guy was lying on the table and fell asleep, with the corner of his mouth drooling.

Seeing this scene, Su Ting's blood pressure went up. We were sleepless in Chicago, and there was only one coolie who really didn't sleep.

But Su Ting has nothing to do, he can't poke this guy again, can he?
But he suddenly heard a loud click, like the sound of something wooden collapsing.

Old Tang?

　I just flipped through Brother Ji's book and found that the title of the chapter collided, hiss...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)