"Then why don't you just say it, they're just dying people." Lucifer was still a little puzzled: "You always seem to be soft-hearted in some ways."

Softhearted? Perhaps.

White Tea shook her head, stood up, took the coat from Lucifer's hand and draped it over her body.

"Tragedy will lead to the next tragedy, and this chain reaction may accumulate indefinitely, until everything is plunged into an abyss of no return." Bai Cha looked at Lucifer with a seriousness that bordered on paranoia: "On the premise of not harming others, the rules are more than conscience, and I want to deceive the rules."

"The Bai family who stayed behind only wore black for the rest of their lives, because everyone was mourning for the dead all the time."

If they can, even if the Bai family disappears, they all hope that the world can become what everyone dreams of.

"Ding-dong."

SMS alerts.

Bai Cha picked up his phone and saw a photo pop up. Bai Cha raised his eyebrows, leaned closer and took a closer look, and couldn't help but make his eyelids jump.

"How did they get together?" Baicha muttered, turned to Lucifer and said, "You clean up the dishes first, I'll go to Cangliu, and you will come back later."

"Yes, my master." Lucifer obediently agreed, and it wasn't until Bai Cha left that Lucifer's gentle smile disappeared, and he looked out the window gloomily, at this time he had a more kingly demeanor: "The shameless behavior of eavesdropping on other people's conversations, as a holy dragon, will you do the same?"

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't happen to be passing by." Michael pushed open the window and smiled proudly, "Didn't I see that my little brother was educated by you, and he still hasn't come back to his senses."

"Why, does Mister Michael want to avenge his master?" Lucifer said coldly, "Oh yes, for you, it's not your master, it's your brother."

"Tsk, it's okay to be reasonable, you can't be angry with me because my kid Ye caused your master to be seriously injured, I was sent to have something special at the time, okay." Michael stroked his new wolf's head and said with annoyance.

In fact, he is also curious, what has his little brother done, now he doesn't think about it, this white tea is still single and not in love? Ziye won't be out of love, right?

And Michael actually deliberately avoided white tea, he and white tea objectively had a grudge, he didn't dare to answer or look at white tea when he spoke before, but after being stabbed by Meng Qinghuan last time, Michael really took a detour when he saw white tea.

Although Bai Cha doesn't seem to hold grudges, Michael's memory is not bad, and he is embarrassed.

No, he waited for Bai Cha to leave before he dared to jump out and ask about the situation.

"So, you also left Mr. Mo at home to participate in the mission to exterminate my master's father?" Lucifer snorted coldly, "It's ridiculous, the host who resonates with you is not loyal to a superior who has nothing to do with you."

In Lucifer's view, since dragons resonate with people, the first person to care about should be the person who resonates with them, even those superiors should pass the level of their own host.

"Uh, that's Mo Ziye's father, is it good, my father, it's also my father if you round it off, how can you directly disobey it." Michael said angrily, "I said you, shouldn't you see my kid Ye chasing your master and being jealous. What's the matter, you have a crush on your master, too?"

Also?

Lucifer glanced at Michael rather strangely, and began to clean up the dishes on the table: "Humanity is fragile and small, even if it shares our power, it only has a lifespan of a few hundred years, and I don't bother with your host."

For his former self, hundreds of years are just a flick of his fingers, and if he lives too long, he will only feel that the world is boring, and he does not reject falling into reincarnation as soon as possible.

Besides, even if someone comes to grab it, you have to see if you have the ability, of course, your own master is very strong, and it is an exception.

Lucifer just wanted to express Mo Ziye's weakness, who knew that after listening to his words, Michael looked at him even more strangely, and his brows were twisted.

"Hundreds of years? You're dreaming

Lucifer, do you think that humans will have to deduct zero after sharing their lives with us." Michael rolled his eyes speechlessly: "The original life of human beings is more than a hundred years, is it good to convert it to thousands of years for us, you came to this world and didn't learn mathematics?"

"Besides, you resonate with white tea, don't you feel that she has a long life? Our tens of thousands of years of lifespan are converted into thousands of years, and dragons are not happy, and it would be too much of a loss to shrink to a few hundred years." Michael touched his chin and muttered thoughtfully, "But...... Why do you all like ascetic beauties who don't get emotional, and no one likes cute Lori with big breasts like me?"

Lucifer didn't answer, he put away the dishes as fast as he could, and Michael's words were like flies in his ear, not to mention the purpose of his coming.

He cleaned the dishes, wiped off the water stains, carefully arranged them neatly, and cleaned the hygiene up and down, and his movements were swift and neat than the battle.

"Eh, I say, why are you still so good at being a housekeeper now? I was used to being served before, but now I am serving others to experience life?" Michael's eyes widened in amazement, and he was about to jump off the ledge when he was hit in the leg by a Lucifer vacuum cleaner.

"Oops! Lucifer, what are you doing! Now that we're not hostile, why are you plotting against me!" Michael shouted in discontent.

"It's freshly cleaned, please don't stain it, Mr. Michael." Lucifer put the vacuum cleaner back in place with a blank face, turned around and walked out, "I have other things to do below, please go back if it's okay."

"Eh! Wait! Dude, I was wrong, you have to tell me what the hell happened to you, right?" Michael had no choice but to shout at Lucifer at the door, "My little brother has been shut up for almost three days!"

"Mr. Xiang Nan is also present for that incident, you can go and ask him." Lucifer's voice came from afar, but it made Michael stiffen.

Xiang Nan? The one who plays with bugs?

Thinking of the last time he didn't believe in evil and crashed into the insect nest and was crawled with a multi-legged insect, Michael's face was blue, he was not afraid of insects, that was since that time he was stared at by thousands of compound eyes, he really has a shadow on insects.

But Mo Ziye is still autistic, and he doesn't know how to comfort him if he doesn't know anything. Thinking that he was going to find Xiang Nan soon, Michael felt that he was going to shut himself up too.

In the big waterfall in the mountain behind the college, Meng Qinghuan was lying on the big stone by the pool, leaning on it like Maitreya Buddha, and there was a box of cherry tomatoes in front of him, throwing them into his mouth one by one as if he was eating tribute.

"Yes, yes, little crane, that's it, come on~" Meng Qinghuan waved his sleeves and smiled with a smile: "If you suffer hardship, you will become a master, and the sky will descend on the people, and you will work your muscles and bones......

"If you don't say it, I know, can you keep your mouth shut for a while, master?" Yunhe finally couldn't hold back, Meng Qinghuan's voice was too cheap, and he felt annoying just listening to it.

Obviously, his voice and appearance are delicate and pleasant, how can he match his ecstatic tone so badly?

"Okay, okay~ Little crane, come on!" Meng Qing smiled and threw a cherry tomato into his mouth.

Yunhe sighed, she really only felt a headache for Meng Qinghuan, you said he was unreliable, her strength increased by leaps and bounds was all due to Meng Qinghuan.

But you say he's reliable, and none of his usual moves look reliable.

The last thing she knows how to deal with is people like Meng Qinghuan.

Yunhe took a deep breath, his breath sank into the dantian, and the waterfall that flowed straight down washed on his body and hurt, luck, moved, Yunhe drank lightly in his heart, and his palms carried enough strength to slap upward, and he actually slapped the flowing waterfall backwards a few feet.

The backward waterfall collided with the cascading waterfall, and suddenly a larger splash erupted, like fireworks.

It's just that the backflow is only temporary, after all, it can't withstand the normal flow of water and gravitation, and the direct water washes down with more strength with the backward water, even if the cloud crane is fully prepared, it is directly photographed on the rock.

"Hmm...... The outbreak is okay, and the endurance is not very good." Dream Qinghuan

Looking at the cloud crane that climbed up from the bottom of the water in embarrassment, he smiled like a fox: "Do you want to show you again for the teacher?"

"No, I saw it last time." Yunhe pinched her nose, she was choked by this time, but she couldn't get angry when she looked at Meng Qinghuan's gloating appearance, she only felt helpless.

Last time, Meng Qinghuan let the waterfall push back with one hand, and waited for the waterfall to rush down again and pushed it back, back and forth more than a dozen times The monk's robe was not stained with water, and Yunhe tried for two days before he could get a first glimpse of the doorway.

She has always admired Meng Qinghuan's ability.

"Huh? Who's coming?" Meng Qinghuan grabbed two cherry tomatoes and threw them to Yunhe, sat up and looked at the suddenly appearing figure, and asked with interest, "Why don't you stick to Xiao Xiaobai's side?" Hasn't the state given her a vacation these days?"

Lucifer glanced at Yunhe who was looking at this side, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Meng, can you come with me, there are some things I want to ask."

"Huh? What?" Meng Qinghuan didn't doubt it, jumped down from the stone, patted his monk's robe and waved his hand, and a pale golden barrier enveloped the two of them: "Okay, no one can hear it now, what do you want to say?" You don't want to ask me how to chase Xiaoxiaobai, right? This is confidential, so you have to add money~"

Lucifer: "......"

Even though Lucifer was almost accustomed to Meng Qinghuan's unreliable way of speaking, he was still so blocked that he almost forgot what he wanted to ask, pressed his eyebrows, and considered the wording before asking.

"People resonate with dragons, how much life can be left." Lucifer frowned, seemed a little anxious, and asked in a different way, "Under normal circumstances, how much life a person would have?"

I didn't expect Lucifer to ask this, Meng Qinghuan was stunned, and he didn't even think about how to answer for a while, both of them were silent, the waterfall behind him was deafening, but Lucifer's heart gradually sank.

"Normally, it's a thousand years, right?" Lucifer's face was gloomy, and his voice almost squeezed out between his teeth, "Why do I only feel a few hundred years of life?"

Thousands and hundreds, this is not a concept at all, which shows that he and Bai Cha are likely to live less than a fraction of the other dragon knights.

"About 1,200 to 1,500 years to be exact." Meng Qinghuan shrugged with a sneer: "Unbalanced in your heart? Who knows?"

Lucifer covered his eyes, even though he had some mental preparation, but when he really knew, he still hit his heart hard, making his breathing a little uncomfortable: "No wonder she said I didn't owe her, I thought she didn't care about her soul."

At the beginning, he was still angry with Bai Cha about this incident, he couldn't understand a person who didn't even value his soul, which made him feel that he was being despised by his prey, and he had no sense of accomplishment.

Now Lucifer understands that no wonder White Tea will say that he doesn't owe her anything, because he has paid most of his life, and in the case of White Tea, it may simply be an equal substitution.