Thinking of the fire spirit, Mianmian's expression became serious again.

"What? Didn't you say that everything was set? Why are you still sad? "Situ Zha didn't have a good breath," putting on such an expression, it was ugly and worrying. ”

"I'm not ugly." Mianmian retorted to Situ Zha depressedly, "It's just that a friend told Mianmian that there are things Mianmian wants at the bottom of the sea, but nothing has appeared now." ”

According to the book, the fire spirit is supposed to be the kind of fire that can fly. Maybe there will be a consciousness of their own, maybe not.

They were about to leave, and they didn't see the flying fire.

"What do you want?" The little white dragon asked with concern, "There should be an underground treasure vault in the Dragon Palace, and my parents and sister told me that there are many important treasures hidden in it, and the dragon's bloodline is also needed to open there." ”

"Treasure Vault!" Mianmian's eyes immediately became shining, swept away the unhappiness just now, pulled the sleeve of the little white dragon and said, "Let's go to the treasure vault and have a look?" If there's something I want, I can trade my stuff with you. ”

Where does the little white dragon need Mianmian to exchange things with him?

If that person is Mianmian, he can't wait to give all the treasures to Mianmian.

"No need to exchange, let's go, let's go to the treasure vault and have a look."

Standing at the gate, the little white dragon took one last look at the egg room, his drooping eyelashes blocking his nostalgia for his loved ones.

From then on, in this world, he just wanted to treat Mianmian as a relative.

Walking out of the egg room, the little white dragon walked very decisively.

The door to the nursery was closed again, and the corals on the ground returned to normal, as if there was nothing here.

The little white dragon went in the opposite direction, this time in a broken rockery, and put his hand on it, opening another mechanism. All traps need dragon energy as support, and without a dragon, there is no way to activate it.

"My dad told me that this design was actually made to protect against a monkey." The little white dragon head took the initiative to say such a long word, and his childish voice was full of thoughts for his relatives, "He said that a long, long time ago, a monkey quietly came to the treasure house, pulled out the priceless treasure Dinghaishen Needle, and took it away as a weapon. ”

The story is simply a household name.

Mianmian is not embarrassed to say at all, in fact, she is a fan of that monkey, and she really likes the plot of Sun Wukong pulling out the Dinghai God Needle. If you say it, the little white dragon will definitely be very depressed.

So Mianmian could only say in surprise: "Ah, that's how it is, it's a very good design." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole picture of the treasure vault appeared in front of everyone under the night pearl.

Originally, I thought that there should be a lot of weapons and gold and silver jewelry in it, after all, it is said in the story that the old dragon king especially likes to collect these things. But now I look at it...... Good fellow, where are the weapons, gold, silver and jewels? It's empty!

There were also a few weapons in the corners, but they were all rusty, like scrap metal.

Xiao Bailong didn't expect that the treasure trove that his parents said was very important would be like this.

He was embarrassed to say to Mianmian: "I'm sorry, I, I didn't expect it either." ”

Mianmian waved his hand: "It's okay, you were in the egg at that time, and Mianmian always heard his father say in his mother's belly, when Mianmian went out, he would cook a lot of delicious food for Mianmian, but he wouldn't do the same at all...... That's how adults sometimes coax children. ”

She said it so cutely and lovely, and the little white dragon suddenly felt that there was one more thing in common between himself and Mianmian, and a smile appeared on his face.

"These things are a little familiar." Situ Zha suddenly said something, and stared at the little white dragon and asked, "Can you touch these scrap iron?" ”

The little white dragon was immersed in the idea that he had something in common with Mianmian, and said without paying much attention: "It's okay, touch it, it's all rusty stuff anyway." ”

With permission, Situ Zha walked towards the weapon he felt most familiar with.

Mianmian also wanted to touch it, and also walked towards one of the weapons.

The weapon that Mianmian looked at, the outside was pitch black, and it was so calmly leaning against the wall, in the shape of a stick.

She reached out and touched the rust on the outside of the stick, revealing the golden inside.

"Weighing 108,000 catties?"

Yang Xian standing next to Mianmian.

The weapon Yang Xian was holding in his hand had also fallen rust, and it was in the shape of a three-pointed and two-edged knife.

What they thought was scrap iron turned out to be a real weapon?

Looking at the three-pointed two-edged knife, Yang Xian frowned and put the weapon back again.

Situ Zha over there was the same, with a pointed gun in his hand.

"Holy, old man!!" Situ Zha's eyes lit up, and he went to touch the things next to him again.

It's not surprising at all, it's all the babies who accompanied him when he was born.

Although when he was Nezha, he was born by design, and the things he did later may also be designed, but these weapon babies are innocent. They were with him, allowing him to exert his power and occasionally do what he wanted to do.

Xiao Bailong listened to Situ Zha's tone and felt very strange: "What old guy? This is the armory of the Dragon Palace. ”

Mianmian thought for a while, blinked her eyes and asked the little white dragon: "Think about it, did your parents say anything else besides saying that this armory is very important?" ”

The little white dragon lowered his head and thought about it, and only replied after a while: "Okay, it seems to have been said...... The contents of the armory may be returned to their original owners one day......"

Return to its rightful owner!

As the relevant memories recovered, the little white dragon also remembered some weapons that the heavenly gods were equipped with.

It was indeed what his parents would say in his ear, saying that it was the weapons of the immortals, except for those that required spells to use, and some of the ones that were used regularly would have a special connection with their masters.

When others touch it, there may not be a reaction, and only when the owner touches it, it will show a different place.

Thinking of this, the little white dragon reached out and touched another weapon that was leaning against the wall and no one cared about.

His hand was touched, and the rust on the weapon did not disappear at all, and there was no change at all.

This means that the memories he remembered are true.

And if this statement is true, then the stick that Mianmian is holding now is not the Dinghai God Needle forcibly taken away by a monkey named Sun Wukong?

Dinghaishen needle, has a reaction to Mianmian?

That can never be ...... The owner of the Dinghai God Needle, right?

Not only did Xiao Bailong realize this problem, but Situ Zha on the side also noticed this problem.

Situ Zha looked at Yang Xian, and then at Mianmian, and a ridiculous thought popped up in his mind.

Su Mianmian can't be the reincarnation of that monkey, right? The monkey was reincarnated as a little girl?!!

(End of chapter)