This thing will kill you, but if you were my friend, no one would be able to touch you. Chen Yifan took back the antique box and glanced at Tao Yiran.

"To do it or not to do it, you have to think about it."

"Big brother! From now on, you will be my eldest brother, I will do laundry, cooking, and warm the bed, if you really can't, I still have a sister. Tao Yiran didn't think about it at all, and immediately hugged Chen Yifan's thigh and didn't let go, gushing endlessly.

"Just your sister, forget it!" The corner of Chen Yifan's eyes jumped, and he kicked away the guy who was sticking to him like kraft candy.

Just his sister, who is more manly than a man, who dares to ask for it?

"Hehe, then it's decided, from now on, you will be my brother, let's go, I'll introduce you to my friends." Tao Yiran didn't mind, he smiled, pulled up Chen Yifan and left.

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 puzzled, he didn't seem to care about the box at all.

Don't look at it as just a small antique box, but it is the exact whereabouts of the Kyushu Ding that countless people in China have snatched their heads to get!

Tao Yiran is not a person in this circle at all, and he doesn't know the whereabouts of the Kyushu Ding, which makes people rob their heads.

In his eyes, it's just an antique that he bought back for millions, and it's worth millions.

But Chen Yifan is different, although I don't know why this old brother said that he owes himself, but judging from the fighting method he just had with the old Taoist, he has proper thighs.

The thighs are stretched out by themselves, and they don't hug each other.

Seeing Tao Yiran's thoughts, Chen Yifan exhaled a long breath, and a wry smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

It's really a realistic and simple idea, if only Mandarin Duck could be so simple and want to hug her thighs.

At least...... It's also better than it is now.

Chen Yifan is still struggling, whether he should compromise or not to give up Chen Yifan's identity, and appear in front of her as the uncle that Yuan'er likes.

Chen Yifan didn't know that just when he began to think about Mandarin Mandarin, a stupid girl who had no heart and lungs couldn't sit still in the boudoir.

The precious and miraculous colored lotus was thrown into the cabinet where the medicinal herbs were stored.

The "lover's heart", which is rumored to be able to make a lover a family member eventually, still remains on the lotus canopy, shining lonely, showing off its ability to not exist in the world.

The quirky little girl slipped out of her dormitory with a familiar car, and sneakily ran outside the Dragon Palace.

She thought about it for two days, and she was lying in the house, thinking, feelings or something, it was really troublesome.

"Uncle" is no longer looking, the world, no more.

She was originally a caged bird in this crystal palace.

Perhaps, she should be a trapped bird in her cage in peace, she should accept her fate, obey her father's arrangement, and wait until she reaches the right age to marry a young talent of the dragon clan and be her dragon mother.

But inexplicably, when I was in a daze, a question inadvertently appeared in my mind.

What is he doing at this time?

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

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

Because of this, he was trapped and rescued.

When I was with him, life was not so simple, calm and quiet, day after day, day after day, day after day, so I didn't feel anything.

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

Even if it was the memory of being trapped by the Tang Gate, I could laugh when I thought about it.

laugh at your own stupidity, laugh at your own lack of involvement in the world, laugh at ...... He will definitely come to save himself.

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

On the contrary, it is "uncle", which is more like an obsession.

She had always wanted to find him, and she had been, for more than a hundred years, and this obsession had deepened.

She thinks that kind of "thinking like crazy" may just like it, right?

But now that there is a comparison, she feels that she may have confused something.

……

"Alas! This silly girl!" Ao Ling Kite escaped from the Dragon Palace very easily.

It's not like for these two hundred years, every time you will be caught by the dragon king.

But just after she left, the dragon king appeared behind a coral outside the crystal palace, and looked at Ao Ling's back with a helpless sigh.

In the past two days since Ao Ling returned to the Dragon Palace, he has been staying in his boudoir in a daze, and he has never been out, as if he has been dead for most of the time, and his soul is not possessed.

The old dragon king was worried, and sent a lot of maids around Ao Ling Kite to test them one after another.

In the end, I couldn't come up with any results, and I don't know what happened.

At this time, seeing Ao Ling Kite escaping from the Dragon Palace, he didn't stop him.

It's good to be able to "live", do whatever you want!

It's better to go to the world to relax.

Father will stop you no more, and if he wants to blame, let it be true.

"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, and this 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, you're not...... How did you come back to life? The old dragon king stepped forward with some excitement, grabbed Ao Bing's arm and asked.

"Humph!"

"Father, do you care about my life or death?" Ao Bing just snorted coldly and shook off the old dragon king's hand.

"Bing'er, how can my father not care if you are dead or alive?"

"Father is just ......," the old dragon king said helplessly.

It's just that, as a dragon king, I have to think about the entire East China Sea Dragon Clan!

Do you fight for that man for the sake of your death?

The entire dragon clan will be buried for our father and son.

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

In his pupils, a dark vortex swirled.

"Bing'er, you ......" The old dragon king looked pained and stared at Ao Bing in shock, but soon, the physical pain made him have to stagger and take two steps back, covering his head and moaning.

"Ahh

"Roar ......" A dragon roar spread throughout the East China Sea, and a thin soul floated out of the old dragon king's body.

Ao Bing just looked at the scene indifferently, raised his hand and grabbed this soul into his palm, and crushed it without hesitation.

"Father, you're too partial!"

"I tried my best for an adopted daughter I picked up, but I didn't care about the life or death of my own son, don't blame me for being ruthless today." Ao Bing said coldly.

The old dragon king, whose soul was crushed by him, did not "die", but after a tremble, he "stood upright" with a blank expression. I want to talk about "I Don't Be the Emperor of the Underworld" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~