The Daily Life of the Dragon Daddy

Polk and the others quickly baked lunch, and Ram Xinghan got a bird thigh for lunch, as well as two scones, a bowl of wild vegetable and mushroom soup, and two scones.

That's a pretty decent lunch in the wild.

But Ken was still a little afraid that Ram Xinghan would not get used to it.

After all, Gongyang Xinghan had been in the forest for so long, so it was fine if his clothes were spotless. Everyone knew how to clean, but there was not a single scratch on his clothes, which would be terrifying.

However, he was relieved to think that he was a wood-type great magister, and he would naturally get along with the forest.

But this affinity is not something that everyone can have.

When Gongyang Xinghan finished eating, they all turned off the ignition, packed their things, and set off.

Being a mercenary is all about speed, and Bengshan Ape follows Gongyang Xinghan. Wherever he goes, it follows. Polk is speechless after seeing it, and secretly discusses with Ken: "If this continues, Even if we take it back, can it recognize the master?"

One look at this is extremely high.

"Give it a try." Ken wasn't sure either.

Who made them unlucky to meet a master.

But along the way, this master brought them a lot of benefits.

Gongyang Xinghan used small wind magic to bless himself without touching the ground, and moved forward without getting tired at all. His speed could keep up with everyone, and he would never hold back.

And those magicians couldn't do it anymore. They had to rest after walking for a while. After walking for a day, they set up camp and they didn't go far. Even the thieves could still see the river from the top of the tree.

Gongyang Xinghan finally saw the weakness of magicians. Compared with them, he seemed very strong!

It was time to set up camp in the evening, so Gongyang Xinghan took out his tent: First, he used magic to give birth to the magic plant nepeta magic vine between the trees, and made a big nest like a hammock , and then put your own tent inside, and then let the magic vines surround the tent, leaving an exit. At first glance, it looks like a large bird's nest hanging upside down, and it can't be seen that it is a tent at all!

Besides, the magic rhythm on his tent is vague, but the lines of the magic circle are very dense.

And Gongyang Xinghan put a magic lamp in his tent to let the little dragon cubs out. Because it was far away from the ground, he added a state of silence, so even if the little dragon cubs yelled, they couldn't hear it.

Ram Xinghan's reason was meditation.

These magicians have more or less time for meditation, and they cannot be disturbed.

So they all went to arrange dinner honestly, while the other magicians were meditating.

Gongyang Xinghan's tent opened Ken's eyes. It turns out that a real magician can live well in the World of Warcraft Forest alone.

Look at this great magister.

Although everyone said to take care of him, in fact, he didn't bother everyone, it was just an extra meal for him. But along the way, Gongyang Xinghan saw the herbs he knew and instructed them to pick them.

Especially the pharmacist Chacha, who is almost worshiping the dead ram Xinghan.

Now the magicians are meditating, and Chacha is tinkering with those herbs, looking for one, and rare one.

Dinner was almost the same as lunch, except that Gongyang Xinghan took some black tea leaves from his space and made a big pot of brown sugar milk tea: "At night, we have to take turns to watch the night, and the fire cannot be extinguished. Up high."

He himself is in a high place, and he knows that it is good to be in a high place. At least he is not afraid of threats from the ground, and he is covered and protected by magic vines. In this eventful forest, it is the most suitable place to rest.

"Then I'll trouble you." Of course Ken knew this was the best fit.

But, Polk said: "How do we go up?"

"Can we make a ladder to go up!" Gongyang Xinghan said: "After going up, put it away, and when it's time to go down tomorrow morning, put it down again, so as not to be climbed up by something."

What Ram Xinghan said makes sense, they also want to try the feeling of who is in the air.

The night watch works in four shifts, so that they can have enough time to rest.

After dinner, Gongyang Xinghan went up. He wanted to take time to play with the little dragon cubs, and then he wanted to exercise for the Golden Dragon King.

At night, there are five fires under the tree, six guards and two patrols. On the tree are several takraw balls like bird nests, which are well protected and the people inside sleep soundly.

After a night like this, nothing really happened. Everyone thought this method was good, but it was a pity that there were no wood magicians here.

The next day, he didn't go very far, and Gongyang Xinghan once again experienced the...delicacy of a magician!

Three days later, the magicians released their magic pets one after another and rode on them.

"Why didn't you release it in the first place?" Gongyang Xinghan didn't understand.

"You are a great magister, of course you don't care about these small details, but we are different." Ken said helplessly: "If so many mounts are released in the depths of the forest, they are all low-level, and it is easy to cause some high-level monsters to panic. Watch out, if they try to eat, we're in trouble."

Even people and pets have to be eaten as snacks.

Only now did Gongyang Xinghan know that there was such an unspoken rule!

After another ten days, they finally reached the periphery and met people.

What they encountered was a large team of more than 100 people. When they saw that the eighth-level monster was still alive, their eyes turned red and Ken swallowed nervously. Gongyang Xinghan patted him on the shoulder: "What's going on here? Are they blocking the way and won't let us pass?"

"Probably?" Ken stepped aside, revealing Gongyang Xinghan behind him.

"We...I..." The person on the other side was about to show his fangs when he saw the magic badge on Gongyang Xinghan's chest.

"Such a young... great magister?" The other party was a golden warrior, and he was a little confused when he saw Gongyang Xinghan like this.Behind him are two great sword masters, more than a dozen magisters, and six great magisters.

There are also a bunch of warriors, all wearing light armor and holding sharp swords.

One of them is a great magister who is about to advance, and he really wants to have a real great magister to guide him.

So this one hurriedly stopped everyone: "I don't know that senior is here, how offensive."

A higher level means absolute suppression, and magic is a rigorous science.

"Well, can that open the way?" Gongyang Xinghan no longer takes these low-level magicians into his eyes, and he has the self-esteem of a full-line magician.

"Okay, okay." As expected, the other party got out of the way sensibly, Gongyang Xinghan led the people through here, and how the people behind beat their chests and stamped their feet had nothing to do with him.

But on the second day, they were really surrounded.

The person who came was also a great magister and the head of a mercenary group. This great magister was a great earth-type magister. He looked very old, as if he was going to die the next time he bought it!

"I want this monster." It's so rude that I almost buried my neck in the ground.

Ken and the others turned pale, the other party's posture is obviously strong, but they don't have a great magister on their side, even if the senior is half of them, the other party also has a great magister, will the senior wait for him? How can I offend a great magister who is at the same level as me because of this little relationship between people?

Besides, will you wait for others for yourself and fight with others?

The answer is: no.

But Gongyang Xinghan felt that the person on the opposite side... was not pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at it!

"This monster is mine." Gongyang Xinghan admitted directly: "You want it?"

The other party choked: "Isn't it a mission?"

"Who said it was a mission?" Gongyang Xinghan said indifferently: "I caught this, of course it is mine, they are just a team that returned without success."

Polk and Ken's faces turned dark, and the only person who knew this was their task... was the only one in the opposite room, who sent the message to the outside world?

"Then there is a pet magic ring around his neck!" The other party is not easy to fool.

"I bought it." Gongyang Xinghan frowned: "You guys are blocking the road, what do you want to do?"

"This monster, can you give it to me?" The old man looked at the collapsed ape with the eyes of looking at the goods.

Bengshan Ape grinned at him, wanting to go up and tear this old thing into pieces.

"No." Gongyang Xinghan gave a two-word answer.

"Then I'll...you're welcome." The other party didn't expect Gongyang Xinghan to be so unreasonable, and he had already lowered his profile (thought he was).

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his magic wand and was about to recite the incantation, when Gongyang Xinghan tore open the scroll.

The first four scrolls are of course protective magic, all of which are at level nine, and the fifth one is at level ten...

Then there is attack magic.

There are all kinds of scrolls, and Gongyang Xinghan knows that all of them are eight or nine-level magic, but such scrolls are also very precious, okay?

He threw it at the other party as if he didn't want money.

During this period of time, he lived in fear, and he didn't dare to sleep at night.

It hurts to see the little Golden Dragon King every day, no matter how well-behaved the little guys are, they are not as safe as the Golden Dragon King!

And his identity also needs to be rounded up. So far, I haven't told Ken and them, what is my name?

He wanted to give himself a good pseudonym, but found that he was a bad name!

He was also afraid of being recognized by others, and also afraid of that demigod chasing him. With so many things on his mind every day, he was full of anger.Today I finally met someone who can vent, so come!

These scrolls are priceless in the eyes of outsiders, but Gongyang Xinghan doesn't take them seriously, they are all low-level scrolls, so he should teach the other party a lesson.

Magic fell like a torrential rain.

The opponent's great magister struggled to support a magic shield: "How could it be...?"

So many scrolls have already exceeded the value of that eighth-level monster, even if it is a living eighth-level monster, it is not worth so many scrolls.

Ken and the others were already dumbfounded!

Originally, Ken was going to take out a scroll and take them away with Bengshan Yuan.

That's right, what he wanted to use was the escape scroll.

But before he took it out, Ram Xinghan went into a rage.

Gongyang Xinghan smashed it for a while as if venting, and then stopped. There was no good person on the other side, and they were all injured. Some magicians even passed out. Gongyang Xinghan was still very measured and didn't want them I just passed by the great magister who was already slumped on the ground, panting like an old dog, and said, "I just want you to see what a 'rich man' is."

The great magister rolled his eyes at that time, Gongyang Xinghan ignored him, and left with his people.

There is a mess here and there, so naturally he doesn't need to take care of it.

He didn't know that after he left, the great magister silenced everyone present because he lost face, and because he was too old and too excited, after he silenced him, he didn't leave him behind. Several people took care of him, such a long road, such a big forest, how could he get out alone?

Excited, he rolled his eyes... Dead!

Later people passed by here and found that there were skeletons everywhere, so they knew that there had been a great war here, with countless casualties...

Ken followed Gongyang Xinghan for a long distance before he whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, this italic is thanks to you." Gongyang Xinghan is telling the truth. Although these people are not very capable, they are old fritters who have been in the forest for many years. They know the best way to go. It is safe, there is no water source, and I even found a hot spring to take a bath.

Gongyang Xinghan also took advantage of the dead of night to bathe the little dragon cubs and soak the little body of the Golden Dragon King.