I'm not the underworld

Chapter 1200
"This thing will bring you death, but if you are my friend, no one can touch a hair of your hair." Chen Yifan took back the antique box, glanced at Tao Yiran and said.

"Yes, or not, you have to think carefully."

"Brother! From now on, you will be my big brother. I can do laundry, cooking, and warming the bed. If I can't do it, I have a younger sister." Tao Yiran didn't think about it at all, and immediately hugged Chen Yifan's thigh without letting go, talking Incessantly.

"Just your sister, forget it!" Chen Yifan twitched the corner of his eyes, and kicked away the guy who was sticking to his body like brown sugar.

As for his younger sister, who is more manly than a man, who dares to ask for it?
"Hey, then it's settled. From now on, you will be my brother. Let me introduce you to my friends." Tao Yiran didn't mind, he laughed and pulled Chen Yifan up. Walk.

As for the antique box, it was thrown directly on the desk, as if he had forgotten it.

Chen Yifan probed Tao Yiran's mind in puzzlement, he didn't seem to care about the box at all.

Although it is just a small antique box, it is the exact whereabouts of the Kyushu Ding that countless people in Huaxia want to get!
Tao Yiran was not a member of this circle at all, and he didn't know that it was the whereabouts of the Kyushu Ding, which made people steal his head.

In his eyes, it was just an antique that he had photographed for millions of dollars, and it was worth only a few million.

But Chen Yifan was different. Although he didn't know why the old man said he owed him, judging from his fight with the old Taoist just now, he had a good thigh.

The thigh stretched out by itself, and it was useless not to hug it.

Seeing Tao Yiran's thoughts, Chen Yifan let out a long breath, and a wry smile flashed across his mouth.

It's really a realistic and simple idea. It would be great if Yuan'er could simply want to hug a thigh.

At least... better than now.

Chen Yifan is still struggling to this day, should he compromise, give up Chen Yifan's identity, and just appear in front of Yuan'er as the uncle she likes.

Chen Yifan didn't know that just when he started thinking about Yuan'er, a certain heartless and silly girl couldn't sit still in the boudoir.

She threw that precious and miraculous lotus into the medicinal cabinet.

The "lover's heart", which is said to be able to make lovers get married, still remains on the lotus pod, shining lonely and showing off its ability that should not exist in the world.

The eccentric little girl slipped out of her bedroom with ease, and ran out of the Dragon Palace furtively.

She thought about it for two days. She was lying dead in the house, thinking, feelings and so on, it was too troublesome.

Don't look for "uncle", don't go to the world.

She was originally a caged bird in the Crystal Palace.

Perhaps, she should just be a trapped bird in her cage, accept her fate, obey her father's arrangement, and when she reaches the right age, marry a young talent from the Dragon Clan and become her Dragon Mother.

But inexplicably, a question would inadvertently pop up in my mind when I was in a daze.

What is he doing at this time?

His life must be very exciting, but she has already seen it during this short time together.

He allowed himself to be revered as a totem by humans, and even snatched it.

So I was trapped and rescued.

When I was with him, life was not always so simple and peaceful, one day passed and another day passed without feeling.

When she was trapped in the Dragon Palace again, she realized that those memories that she didn't take seriously at the time were so precious and beautiful.

Even the memory of being trapped by the Tang Sect can make me laugh when I think about it.

Laughing at my stupidity, laughing at my inexperienced experience, laughing...he will definitely come to save me.

When that shadow kept appearing in her mind throughout the day, she seemed to understand something.

On the contrary, "Uncle" is more like an obsession.

She has always wanted to find him, and has been, for more than 100 years, this obsession has continued to deepen.

She thought that the kind of "thinking like crazy", maybe she likes it?
But now in comparison, she felt that she might have confused something.

……

"Oh! You silly girl!" Ao Lingyuan escaped from the Dragon Palace very easily.

Unlike the past 200 years, he was caught by the Dragon King every time.

But just after she left, the Dragon King appeared behind a piece of coral outside the Crystal Palace, looking at Ao Lingyuan's back with a helpless sigh.

Ao Lingyuan has been staying in her boudoir in a daze for the past two days since returning to the Dragon Palace, and has never been out of the house. She seems to be more than half dead, out of her wits.

The old Dragon King was very worried, and sent many maids around Ao Lingyuan to test it out one after another.

In the end, there was no result, and I didn't know what happened.

At this time, seeing Ao Lingyuan escape from the Dragon Palace, he did not stop her.

It’s good to be able to “live”, if you want to do something, just do it!
It's also good to go to the world to relax.

King Father won't stop you anymore, if he wants to blame him, just blame him.

"Father!" Just as the old Dragon King turned around and was about to return to the Crystal Palace, a familiar voice sounded.

The old Dragon King trembled all over, the voice was...

"Bing'er!" The old dragon king quickly turned around and looked at the tall young man in front of him in disbelief.

"Bing'er, aren't you...how did you come back to life?" The old dragon king walked up excitedly, grabbed Ao Bing's arm and asked.

"Humph!"

"Father, have you ever cared about my life or death?" Ao Bing just snorted coldly and shook off the old Dragon King's hand.

"Bing'er, why does the father not care whether you live or die?"

"Father is just..." the old Dragon King said helplessly.

But, as the Dragon King, I have to think about the entire East China Sea Dragon Clan!
Are you going to fight that person desperately for your death?
The entire Dragon Clan will be buried with us father and son.

Ao Bing didn't talk to the old dragon king, but just looked at the dragon king coldly.

In his pupils, there is a dark vortex constantly spinning.

"Bing'er, you..." The old dragon king stared at Ao Bing in shock with a painful expression on his face, but soon, the pain in his body forced him to stagger back two steps, clutching his head and moaning.

"what--"

"Roar..." A dragon roar spread across the East China Sea, and a wisp of thin soul floated out of the old Dragon King's body.

Ao Bing just watched the scene indifferently, raised his hand and grabbed the soul into his palm, crushing it without hesitation.

"Father, you are too partial!"

"I've worked so hard for a picked-up adopted daughter, but I don't care about my own son's life or death. Don't blame me for being cruel today." Ao Bing said coldly.

The old dragon king whose soul was crushed by him did not "die", but "stand upright" with a dazed expression after trembling for a while.

(End of this chapter)