You, a monster, still want to travel to the West?

"Sir, as the saying goes: Save a life..."

Halfway through his speech, the Dragon King realized that something was wrong and that he was forcing the other person to do something beyond his ability. He sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said no more.

When a cultivator doesn't want to live anymore, it's not uncommon for him to pass away in a moment's thought. In this case, the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill and the Yin-Yang Tonic Pill are all useless. This is also his dilemma.

He thought that the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas was the richest in the world and had many good friends. He had no shortage of elixirs and favors in the underworld. However, his brother-in-law was beheaded for violating the rules of heaven, and he had no way to save him and could not think of a solution.

Seeing his understanding, Xia Zhiming thought for a moment and didn't leave immediately. He put down his teacup and shook his head, saying, "I think you understand. It's not that I don't want to help you, but this matter really depends on your sister herself. Outsiders can only talk about it."

The Dragon King sighed, "Talk therapy... that's a brilliant phrase. It's a shame my nine nephews and I have already spoken so many kind words to each other over the past few days. If it had been effective, we wouldn't be in this state now."

Xia Zhiming nodded after hearing this, stood up and smoothed his robe, then turned to look at the little crocodile beside him: "Alright, after all this talk, you should be ready. Let's go and meet your mother."

The little crocodile remained silent and nodded vigorously.

The Dragon King also stood up, bowed, and stepped forward to lead the way, without holding out much hope.

Xia Zhiming followed the two with his hands behind his back, wandering around in the Crystal Palace. Soon he entered a palace, pulled aside the bead curtain, and saw the old female doctor waiting by the bed.

Seeing the three people coming, the old woman bowed and handed over a piece of silk. She said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have written some pills that I think can help to improve your mind. Please take a look at them."

The Dragon King took it, but his heart was not moved at all. He knew in his heart that this recipe was more of a psychological comfort to him than a prescription for his sister, and it would not be very effective.

After dismissing the doctor, Ao Run led Xia Zhiming to the bedside, and Xia Zhiming finally saw the patient's appearance clearly.

There is nothing worth mentioning about appearance. When a person is terminally ill, his face will be pale, his eyes will be dull, and his energy will be scattered. In this case, no matter how good his appearance is, it will be useless and you will not be able to tell what is wrong with him.

After just a quick glance, Xia Zhiming retracted his gaze, patted the little crocodile's shoulder, and shook his head, saying, "Spend more time with your mother."

Upon hearing this, the little crocodile smiled bitterly and nodded, bowed and saluted, without making any unnecessary entanglement.

Although he was young, he knew that the immortal in front of him must have extraordinary abilities to be treated so respectfully by his uncle. Since he said so, there was probably no cure in the world.

Seeing this, Xia Zhiming said nothing more. He turned around, winked at the Dragon King, and then walked out of the palace directly.

Ao Run was an old hand, and his eyes immediately lit up, but he remained expressionless. He patted his nephew's shoulder lightly, followed Xia Zhiming out of the door, and soon caught up with him.

"Sir! Sir! Wait a minute!"

The Dragon King followed Xia Zhiming as he walked straight into the hall. Suppressing his excitement, he asked tentatively, "Is there still hope?"

"not yet."

"!"

Xia Zhiming glanced at the Dragon King, who looked very surprised, and said with a smile: "If you have nothing to do today, would you like to accompany me to the brothel to listen to music?"

"Gallery?"

"Ahem, my mouth slipped, my mouth slipped, don't mind it."

"Hahahaha! Nothing, nothing."

The Dragon King smiled and shook his head, knowing that his dancers were indeed too "open-minded" to be worthy of the upper class, but he did not take it to heart.

You must know that this world is full of good and bad people, and being vulgar naturally has its advantages. Everyone knows that immortals and gods regard beautiful women as withered bones, but those who can truly do so would not stay in the mortal world. The things in it can only be said that they are not suitable for outsiders to understand.

The two of them chatted and laughed, and soon returned to the hall and took their seats.

Below, the geishas and dancers saw their master coming back, and they spontaneously played the strings and danced with their red sleeves. The scene looked very pleasing to the eyes.

Xia Zhiming had seen enough, so he patted the chair under him, turned it into a rocking chair, lay down on it, closed his eyes and listened to a little tune.

Beside him, the Dragon King saw that he was so tight-lipped. Although he was a little confused, he did not ask any questions. He just called a little dragon girl to serve him, and drank his tea by himself.

Time passed minute by minute, and before he knew it, Xia Zhiming's figure lying in the rocking chair gradually became illusory. Soon, he and the chair disappeared from the spot, leaving behind the unconscious Dragon King and his concubines.

At the same time, the Zhuo Gu Spring——

Xiao Qingxin sat in the pavilion, pouring some tea for the stunned little fox beside her. She followed her gaze to the chests of the Bai sisters in the water, and suddenly understood. She couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Don't look at them. You're still young. How can you compare?"

The little fox was startled when he heard this, and quickly looked away. With a red face, he picked up the teacup and said, "Sister Qingxin is also very powerful."

"You mean my avatar? I made it based on Zhiming's preferences. He said I was just tall, so I got mad and made it specifically for him."

The little fox was stunned: "Is this possible?"

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you later, but..."

At this point, Qing Xin stretched out her small hand, and a jade leaf appeared in her palm. She frowned and said, "This should be considered my innate magical power. My main body is special and can be divided into four. If you learn it and use it, I don't know if you will hurt yourself."

The little fox's eyes lit up: "Foxes have the skill of cutting off their tails, so I think it can be done!"

Xiaoqing nodded in satisfaction and was about to put the jade leaf away when she suddenly saw a flash of light before her eyes. The jade leaf in her palm turned into a stream of light and dissipated. A breeze blew through the air, leaving behind a sentence:

"I'm going to take a nap in the Dragon Palace. Come and keep me company."

Xiao Qing was furious: "Zhi Ming!"

Little Fox: "(?~?)"

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Chapter 240 Little Alligator: Let Me Show Off My Skills First

The perspective returns to the Dragon Palace.

Having successfully stolen a pillow, Xia Zhiming no longer hesitated. With a thought, Yuye turned into a big loli and fell into his arms. He closed his eyes and fell asleep happily.

———————————Dream———————————

As soon as he fell asleep, Xia Zhiming opened his red eyes and naturally looked at Qingxin in his arms first. Seeing that she was unable to come back to her senses at this time, he took the opportunity to rub the girl's soft little face and enjoy the collagen on his hands.

Unfortunately, he made a wrong move and the jade leaf he stole was a size smaller. Otherwise, he could have taken advantage of it more. But now that it had grown bigger, he really couldn't bring himself to take it.

While she was secretly complaining, Qingxin also paid some attention to him. She looked around curiously, wanting to see how he was doing without her.

It would have been fine if she hadn't looked at it, but she was shocked when she saw it. The old Dragon King next to her ignored it, but the dancer who was flaunting her delicate body in the hall made her curl her lips and pull Xia Zhiming's ear.

"Bad Zhiming, don't look!"

"Don't worry, don't worry~"

Xia Zhiming took the little hand away from his ear, rocked the rocking chair under him, pinched it back with some amusement, responding to the girl's coquettish behavior.

At his current level, if he were truly greedy and lustful, he could conjure up countless beauties with a thought, and having three thousand beauties in his harem would be no problem. The commander next door who used a Rubik's Cube to create a wife would have to feel inferior to him.

Qingxin was actually very clear about this, but it was just a little interest between the couple, so they saw it but didn't say it out loud.

The couple played around for a while, and soon Qingxin finally realized something was wrong. She glanced at the unconscious Dragon King and the many dancers at the table, and asked curiously, "Zhiming, did you break in secretly?"

"No, I just put on a few layers of deception to make them forget me."

As he spoke, Xia Zhiming picked up a plate of lychees at hand and put it into Qingxin's arms. While waiting for the girl to serve him, he told her the whole story starting from the death of the Dragon King of Jinghe River.

Qingxin peeled and cored the lychees while feeding her lover and listening carefully. She soon understood the whole story, but in the end she pouted and said, "What a disaster!"

This is exactly what I'm talking about: the Dragon King of the Jing River, who, for a little face, harmed both the common people and himself. Even after so long, the incident still involves a devoted wife and an ignorant young son. It's really unpleasant.

Xia Zhiming smiled and said nothing more. His opinion coincided with Qingxin's. He could only say that she was worthy of being the wife he had raised since childhood, as her values ​​were surprisingly consistent with his.

At this moment, Qingxin finished peeling the last lychee and feeding it to her. She licked the juice on her fingertips, buried her head in her lover's arms and rubbed it with reluctance, saying softly and coquettishly: "Zhiming~ I want to go back."

"good."

Xia Zhiming patted the girl's head to comfort her. This girl was trying to do two things at once. Not only were her two bodies thousands of miles apart, but they were also caught between dreams and reality. It was indeed not convenient for her to stay for long.

Seeing him being so rude, Qing Xin raised her head and rolled her eyes at him, then said proudly, "Humph, kiss me!"

"Good good."

Xia Zhiming was delighted to hear that. He lowered his head and bit her cherry lips. He had served the little girl to his satisfaction. When her eyes became dazed and she fell into a dream, he hugged the girl again in his arms and rocked in the rocking chair to enjoy the quietness.

Time passed slowly. After an unknown amount of time, the singing and dancing in the palace gradually stopped. Ao Run, who was standing next to him, sent the dancers away and began to worry about his sister again.

Xia Zhiming raised his eyelids and saw that he could no longer listen to the song. He raised his hand, made a hand gesture, and chanted a soul-binding spell to summon the soul of Ao Run's sister.

At the same time, a hoarse cry was heard from the depths of the Dragon Palace. The sound was so sad that everyone who heard it was moved!

Bang! ! !

Ao Run couldn't help shaking his hand when he heard the sound, and the teapot he had just picked up fell on the table, rolled to the ground and shattered into pieces. Water splashed everywhere, soaking the robe at his feet.

But at this moment, he no longer cared about his dignity. He suddenly stood up and cried out sadly: "Sister!!!"

After shouting, Ao Run ran straight into the depths of the Dragon Palace!

At the original spot, Xia Zhiming heard the cry of grief, raised his eyebrows with some amusement and looked at the Dragon King who was walking away, thinking that Ao Run was actually a man of temperament, and he was right in his judgment.

At this moment, the soul of the Dragon Palace Princess, whose soul he had captured, also floated out from the ground. She was wearing white clothes, her dragon spirit was scattered, her face was pale, and her expression was dazed like a puppet. There was no sign that she had ever practiced cultivation.

Seeing this, Xia Zhiming frowned, feeling that the situation was more serious than he had imagined. He could only snap his fingers and send a ray of light into her brow, trying to forcibly awaken her intelligence.

The effect is naturally immediate.

Instantly, the dragon girl's spirit body trembled, and her eyes suddenly became clear. She noticed her own spirit body and immediately looked around. She soon noticed Xia Zhiming in white. She quickly straightened her clothes and hair and stepped forward to salute, saying softly, "Little Dragon Ao Wan, I am honored to meet you, Immortal Master. Thank you for coming here."

Just now, she was lying on the bed, so she naturally heard her brother call her benefactor and hurriedly glanced at him.

Unlike her foolish son who dared to ask for help right away, she had heard Ao Run mention the trouble caused by Xiao Bailong in the past. She knew very well that she could not afford to offend this man and would never dare to be rude to him.

Xia Zhiming didn't know what she was thinking, so he nodded in return and asked directly, "Can you play the piano?"

"?"

Ao Wan was puzzled by what he said, but still said respectfully, "Of course I will."

Xia Zhiming took out a zither beside him and said bluntly, "Come and play it."

After saying that, Xia Zhiming no longer cared about her. He hugged Qingxin tightly in his arms, closed his eyes and rocked in his rocking chair.

He was not good at talking nonsense, and he actually had no good way to deal with this dragon girl who was determined to die. It would be better to detain her here for the time being, and let her see for herself what kind of character the little crocodile would be when no one disciplined it. He didn't believe that she would not change her mind.

However, his refusal to explain his attitude did seem somewhat arrogant and deceitful. Ao Wan was furious, and his face instantly flushed. However, due to his tyrannical power, he did not dare to act outrageously, fearing that he would harm his brother and youngest son. He could only sit down obediently and asked in a low voice: "What song would you like to hear, Immortal?"

"Majestic?"

"?"

"Forbidden Horizon is also fine."

"??"

"Then the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"

"???"

After hearing three unheard-of pieces in a row, Ao Wan felt that he was deliberately making things difficult for her. He also felt that this immortal was truly strange. He said with some grievance, "Immortal, I am already dead. Please don't deliberately make things difficult for me, okay?"

"Dead person?"

Xia Zhiming opened his eyes, tilted his head and looked at the dragon girl beside him, and said with a smile: "Is there a possibility that I have only forcibly taken away your soul and you are not dead yet?"

"Thank you for your concern, Immortal. However, Xiaolong no longer has any desire for immortality. I wonder if you could let me go..."

"Okay, but don't rush."

Xia Zhiming waved his hand and was about to let her pick a song to make up the number when his eyes suddenly lit up. He raised his hand to open a gap, pointed his finger inside, and said with a smile: "Come, I'll show you something good!"

Ao Wan looked in the direction of his finger, and through the gap, he saw the ward where he had rested before. However, the ward was now in chaos, and all he could see was—

In the ward, the little crocodile's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face. He grabbed his uncle's collar and shook him vigorously, screaming: "Why! Why can't you save him! When my father died, my mother knelt and begged you! You said you couldn't do anything! My mother is dead now! You also say you can't do anything! What can you do!!!"

On the opposite side, Ao Run remained silent.

Beside him, Ao Wan remained silent.

Xia Zhiming clapped his hands and chuckled, then shook his head happily but helplessly.

Is that something you can say?

But... this is exactly what he wanted to show Ao Wan! ! ! !

Hehehe~!

……

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ps: This is what happens when you speak without thinking when you are emotional.

"Madam, you don't want your son to go astray, do you?"

"You...what do you want to do? I...I would rather die than obey you!!"

"Hehehe~! This is not up to you!"