Chapter 60

The servants never expected to be caught red-handed, and they were all silent in fear.

Those who were brave enough quietly turned their heads to see who was coming, and froze in their places.

That... that is, no, what kind of creature is that?

Its entire body is densely covered with golden scales, so dazzling that it is impossible to open one's eyes. It is much harder than common fish scales and snake scales. It can be an indestructible shield or an indestructible spear.

The shape of the unruly horns on its head was very inconsistent with the rules of marine life. The strong and powerful tail swung gracefully, and the waves it created were so violent that one could imagine how painful it would be if it hit the body.

A pair of huge wings spread out behind him. At first glance, they were just a thin layer of membrane, but in fact, they were countless scales reflecting light like mirrors; the source of that light was actually the red flowing between the tiny dragon scales.

It's not blood, it's not its original color, but a burning flame that covers the entire body.

——What kind of flame can burn continuously in sea water?

It's no secret that the Sea King hates fire. The ocean is his paradise, where he can make all the rules as he pleases. He can silence an underwater volcano with a snap of his fingers, and anyone who dares to bring fire into his domain is forbidden.

Who is this reckless stranger who can actually transcend the king's iron laws?

A servant recognized him and whispered tremblingly:

"Yes... Golden Tyrant..."

"That dragon...?"

"How did he get here..."

"His Majesty……"

Those servants who were blind to the truth were also frozen in place by the oppression of the newcomers.

Although he is not a monarch, he has an aura that is as strong as that of a monarch, which makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The red-gold dragon's eyes, which were hotter than flames, narrowed dangerously into a vertical slit and swam towards the palace servants from far away.

"It seems that Qian Xing is still incompetent in managing his subordinates, which is why a bunch of trash like you appear." He said in a deep voice.

Calling His Majesty by his full name?!

The attendants sighed, but no one dared to look up at the golden dragon.

"I told you he's still soft-hearted." The tyrant snorted. "If it were me, you would have become nutrients for the volcano long ago. I don't need useless things."

The closer he got, the more the temperature of the dragon flame was transmitted through the same sea water, making this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who had lived on the cold seabed since hatching feel so uncomfortable that they couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, the tyrant's target was not them. He glanced at them with contempt, and the high temperature that could cook raw fish into cooked fish in an instant quickly faded away.

The servants were saved from suffocation and burning, and watched in horror as the tyrant rushed straight into the barrier.

That was set up by the Sea Monster King himself. Anyone who trespassed would be reduced to ashes the moment they touched the edge. The onlookers were secretly sweating, but were also glad that this ignorant guy could be punished.

Then he saw the Golden Dragon swaggering into the yard as if he was entering his own living room.

He transformed into a human form, tall and handsome, with long golden brown hair that did not show any weakness, but instead made him look even stronger and wilder.

He was not blocked or harmed by the barrier at all, and even touched Tangbing's dog head in a familiar manner.

The manta ray, who had been promoted exceptionally, had consciously taken on the role of the young master's doorman. When he saw a stranger suddenly breaking in, his first reaction was to bare his teeth - his brain capacity and fighting power were too limited. He was big in size but couldn't fight at all, so baring his teeth and pretending to be fierce was the only thing he could do - he walked around the man and sniffed left and right.

Huh?

Why does he have the aura of a young master?

...It seems to have the taste of His Majesty?

Looks like we're acquaintances! Give it a warm welcome!

Sugar Pancake enthusiastically wagged his tail like a puppy wagging its tail.

The man raised his lips and said, "Good boy."

The servants all gasped: Who on earth is this guy?!

On the other side of the yard, Qian Xing sensed the arrival of the "guest." Without changing her expression, she held Li Jue in her arms and said softly, "Baby, look who's here?"

Li Jue turned his head blankly——

The parents, who were crying because of separation and missing their children because of reluctance to leave, stood a few meters away, looking at him with a smile.

The little cub was surprised at first, then incredulous, and then delighted.

She was still mumbling "Mimi...?" in a half-believing and half-doubting manner, but her body had already habitually leaned towards the person who had come.

Finks walked over step by step, his smile unchanged: "Why, it's only been a short time since we last met, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Li Jue originally smiled unconsciously, but when Finks really came in front of him and took him from Qian Xing's arms, the curve of his mouth became more and more downward, until it completely collapsed in the end.

The tears of the baby fell like pearls from a broken string: "Mimi...brother...wuwu..."

"how……"

The tyrant, who was so relaxed and cool just now, suddenly panicked and frantically wiped the little guy's tears, but because his movements were too rough, he made the cub's delicate skin red.

Qian Xing took the baby from his arms without explanation. Her hands soothed him skillfully and gently. She glanced at him coldly and said, "I should have known not to let you come."

Finks looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not move for a few seconds.

After a moment, he also restrained his strength to the lightest, and wiped away the tears hanging from the corners of Li Jue's eyes with the tip of his thumb, almost raising his throat to coax her softly: "Baby, aren't you happy to see me?"

The little cub sobbed: "G-Glad..."

"I'm happy, why are you crying?"

Li Jue shook his head: "No, I don't know... The kid was happy, and then, he started crying..."

The dragon, who had never experienced such emotions, thought that perhaps this was what humans called "crying with joy."

The Golden Tyrant was taller and more robust than the Sea King. His figure was now large enough to completely obscure Qian Xing. He whispered to the little boy, teasing him, "Your employees seem very interested in me... no, in our situation. Do you want them to step aside?"

Qian Xing froze for a moment, then turned around and left while holding Li Jue.

Finks put his fist to his lips and chuckled a few times, then followed into the house. He looked at the warm Christmas decorations everywhere, and recalled some of their past.

Those winters when snow actually falls on land.

He didn't expect Qian Xing to linger so much on this festival that belongs to mankind.

Or maybe, it’s not just the festival that we miss.

But right now, the Siren King certainly had no interest in reminiscing about the past with him.

Qian Xing put down Li Jue, and the little human servant whom she had not seen for a long time - well, in this world he was neither a human nor a servant - walked out of the room. After greeting him respectfully, she helped the baby take off his thick pajamas and put on thin ones.

This thin one is similar in style to the original one, and it’s also in the shape of a little dragon cub.

Finks felt inexplicably relieved and raised his eyebrows to look at Qian Xing; the latter avoided his gaze.

The surprise of another parent's arrival alleviated the depression in the little cub's heart, and even his pale and sickly face became much rosier.

Finks, not being a guest, sat down on the sofa before anyone invited him in. Li Jue ran over and lay on his lap, his eyes sparkling, clearly wanting a hug.

The adult picked up the cub with one hand and placed it on his knees, pinched his little face, and spoke to him quietly.

There were still prying eyes outside the window. Qian Xing waved her hand outward and the gauze curtain closed.

He frowned: "You come here too ostentatiously."

Although the dragon had shrunk many times when it entered the sea and no longer had the original size comparable to that of a blue whale, its dragon horns, dragon wings, and overly eye-catching flames showed that it was not a native creature of the ocean world.

Even if he transforms into a human form, the tyrant's appearance is too outstanding and he will definitely attract attention wherever he goes.

Don't underestimate the ocean dwellers' ability to spread gossip.

I'm afraid that it won't be long before the entire ocean will be filled with outrageous rumors such as "An alien race is having a secret meeting with Your Majesty", "It's a dragon", and "It's a male".

...although to some extent, it is true.

The relationship between the Sea King and the Golden Dragon is complicated. They are indeed old enemies, but when they meet, it is not just a fight. There are other things they can do.

It's a relationship that's more than just a rivalry... well, a little more.

They have given each other a lot of permission, and have visited each other more than once or twice. Although no one who is tired of living will secretly report to the central government, it is better to keep some things low-key.

The man ignored his mild rebuke and pulled something out of his collar, half-smiling, "Thank you, His Majesty the Sea Monster, for the gift."

The pendant of the necklace was a night-shining pearl that was more colorful than crystal and brighter than pearls.

Finks does not have special access to the small system, just like the sirens hate fire and dragons are incompatible with water; temporarily diving depends on holding your breath, and when you need to stay in the sea for a long time like today, the night pearl given (given) (given) (robbed) by the Siren King comes in handy.

Even though Qian Xing is the ruler of the ocean, he has very few rare creatures like the Night Pearl in his collection.

He got angry when he thought about how he lost the bet to this scoundrel, but he couldn't get angry in front of the baby, it was really...

Finks was so unscrupulous because he was sure that he would not get angry in front of Li Jue.

But that’s enough.

Qian Xing's personality is actually more unfathomable than it seems. The more a person keeps silent most of the time, the more unpredictable it is about what he will do when pushed to his limit.

He didn't want to really annoy him and then tear down this warm cabin full of memories.

The baby will be sad.

The giant dragon was born from fire, and its body temperature is much higher than that of the Siren King who stays under the water all year round. The little system, which is afraid of the cold when it is sick and has not recovered yet, likes to snuggle in his arms like this, and even its body becomes warm.

Finks's long hair fell down, and it tickled the child a little.

Li Jue wiped his face and thought of the golden uncle who kissed his father in his dream.

My uncle and brother both have golden hair, but they look very different.

Finks's blonde hair tends to be brown in tone, and his hairstyle is much more unrestrained. Just like him, he has a kind of arrogance that makes him invincible and unstoppable.

As for the uncle, his hair was the same pure golden color as Mimi's dragon scales, and his hairstyle was meticulously groomed. Compared to the majesty of fighting violence with violence, he had a bit more sacredness that could not be desecrated.

Li Jue curled her hair again, feeling a little lost.

Why is only the baby's color so light?

It looks like snow covered with a layer of hazy moonlight, and it seems like it will melt in the sunlight at any time.

Is it because I am still too young and it will become darker in the future?

Zizi also wants shiny hair, like his brother and uncle, to look very cool!

He also wants to become a super powerful small system - no, a big system!

Now the baby has one more reason to want to grow up.

But when will I see that golden uncle next time?

*

Dragons are creatures that do not belong to this sea or this world. People have been sent to deal with the sensation caused by their arrival. In order to avoid creating royal scandals, they can only "hide" in the wooden house built for the baby cub.

Fortunately, this place is spacious enough to accommodate a few more people. Qian Xing arranged Finks to stay on the uninhabited second floor.

After the door closed, he looked at the dim corridor and sighed, wondering if this could be considered a kind of wooden house hiding...a beauty.

The wooden house is a real wooden house.

It’s hard to describe Jiao.

Qian Xing went downstairs and went to see the cubs first.

The two little ones liked the big giant clam that was specially polished for them. Ling Xi had fallen asleep, but Li Jue was still awake, blinking his big eyes and looking at Qian Xing expectantly, hoping to sleep with their parents.

Qian Xing knew that he would mostly be with adults at night on the Dragon Clan's starship, and children of this age were at their most clingy;

However, unlike Finks, he found it difficult to accept having another being beside him while sleeping, especially a human being with loud breathing and heartbeat.

Li Jue is no longer a pure human being, but his human habits are still retained.

Even though the baby's eyes were full of pleading, the adult still hardened his heart, touched his little head, bent down and gave him a gentle goodnight kiss, then turned off the mining lamp for the children and closed the shell.

Qian Xing returned to her room and looked out the window.

The little system likes snow very much. The Siren King ordered the stars to stop migrating in the past few days. It is their honor to accompany and make the baby cubs happy.

Sunlight cannot penetrate the deep sea, so the palace is brightly lit by luminous corals, shells and fish.

Once they become quiet, it is night.

The stars were chasing each other boredly, and were imprinted on the window in a distant and blurry manner.

Tonight will be a quiet snowy night.

Qian Xing leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the scrolls presented by Feihua. They were all about some issues that she and Liuying had been unable to decide while handling the government affairs these days.

The time limit for the group of players who entered the dungeon with the small system has expired. In the end, only five or six people survived, which is a pretty good result.

The task that Li Jue gave him this time was to adjust the dungeon clearance rate. It could not maintain a constant value, but had to fluctuate up and down so that the pattern would not be discovered by those cunning humans.

The orders from the Boss Communication Post System are issued directly by the central government and must be executed. Otherwise, if there are problems with the performance appraisal at the end of the year, there will be a risk of demotion if they accumulate several times.

Demotion is the cruelest punishment in the infinite space.

If you fall all the way from the most glorious big boss to the most basic and lowest-level NPC, there is still room for further decline.

The final outcome that awaits is being completely eliminated by the infinite space and abandoned in the "fog".

So far, no one has ever returned from the "fog".

So no one knows what it's like there.

And the unknown is the highest level of fear.

With such a rein tied at the throat, even if one is as unruly as the tyrant Phinks or as naughty as the devil Mephistopheles, they will have to submit to the center, lower their proud heads, and not listen to the orders of their waist-high small system.

Compared to those guys who always cause a stir in the city, the Siren King prefers to keep a low profile and will not waste time and energy on meaningless resistance.

By the way, what threshold should be adjusted to?

in the case of……

He was concentrating on marking each line when the door opened.

A man who had no intention of knocking stood at the door. His nightgown was a little too small for him, so he simply left the collar open and tied the belt loosely, revealing a large area of ​​skin. The lines of his muscles went all the way down, sinking into the fabric of his lower body in a very suggestive way.

Qian Xing sighed inwardly that the quietness of tonight would not continue. She stopped reviewing the scrolls but was reluctant to look up. She said lightly, "How rude."

Li Jue had nightmares all the time these days, and even Ling Xi couldn't comfort him, so an adult had to be present.

In order to allow the babies to find their parents at any time when they wake up in the middle of the night, all the rooms in the wooden house are not locked, and even children of three or four years old can push open the doors.

Some people took advantage of me today.

The uninvited person walked in slowly and closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Although he didn't look sorry at all.

The pronunciation of the word "Your Majesty" is intriguing. It is clearly a respectful title above everyone else, but it is pronounced like a joke between lovers.

Qian Xing ignored him, but the characters on the scroll turned into disobedient fish swimming around.

The body temperature of dragons is so high that Qian Xing felt the room getting hot even before Finks approached; he hated the feeling of being roasted by fire, so he would not even light the fireplace in the wooden house to create an atmosphere, and throwing some red glowing ore would be enough.

Now that I think about it, a big part of the reason why I hate fire may be related to this dragon.

Finks had already walked to the bedside. His height and perspective made him look down from above, but his tone wasn't condescending. Instead, he spoke like an old friend chatting, "How is it? How does it feel to raise a child?"

The wooden house is filled with children's supplies. There are many kinds of toys alone, all wrapped in bubbles of different sizes, floating in the air, making it easy for babies to get them whenever they want to play. Even the sharp corners of the furniture are carefully wrapped with sponges.

The unkind Siren King is quite good at being a parent.

Li Jue was one of the few soft spots in Qian Xing's heart, and Qian Xing didn't like exposing this to others, especially this person. He evasively answered, "It's work."

Finks tried to explain his love for the baby as a necessary procedure to deal with inspections from superiors, an excuse he had used himself before, and it was hard to buy into.

He chuckled and said, "I wonder who was the one who threw someone into the Sea Spider Nest academy because the previous communication system was stuttering and unclear."

Qian Xing coldly retorted: "Oh? So you're a good person because you sealed the previous system with magma?"

Finks thoroughly enjoyed the occasional sharp words from the quiet man. His pupils grew wider due to the dim light and excitement. "I never said I was a good person."

Who among those who work in their line of work is not guilty of heinous crimes?

Qian Xing knew that she could no longer work, so she simply closed the scroll and said, "Did you come here just to tell me all this nonsense?"

"Small talk is part of communication and bonding, dear. I learned that from the humans around me." Before Qian Xing could no longer bear it and kicked him out, Finks paused his meaningless flirting and changed his tone, "Is that Mephistopheles also here to see the baby?"

When the little devil is bored, he will monitor the movements of bosses in other sub-worlds. According to him, knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle.

Mephistopheles has such channels, and Finks also has his own intelligence network.

Although it was a very normal thing, Qian Xing still felt annoyed when she thought that they were monitoring her own world.

The Siren King didn't say anything, and Finks took it as his consent.

The tyrant gritted his teeth and took the initiative to reveal the source of the information: "That brat sent me a photo of him and the baby."

Qian Xing didn't expect the little devil to be so rude and straightforward.

The first sub-world the small system went to was Finks's. Mephisto certainly knew how close he and Li Jue were before; what was the difference between this and directly mocking him face to face.

Qian Xing felt sympathetic for some reason, but she told him another seemingly unrelated story: "He took away one of my employees."

Finks wasn't surprised. "The one with the glasses?"

Qian Xing was stunned: "How do you know? Xiaomei even told you this?"

"...You call that guy so affectionately." A shadow fell on Finks' face, and he tutted. "You trust no one except those two girls, and you're never willing to recruit more people. And the only person important enough to be called an employee is that guy with glasses, right?"

Qian Xing: “…”

Finks felt a little better. "Ha, I really do understand you better than you think."

Qian Xing: “Is this something to be proud of?”

"A little bit at a time," Finks said. "It's not just your employee. The brat also wanted to borrow Lin Wang and Lida from me before. Oh, he also mentioned Will and Rock at first, but he looked down on them. Of course, I refused no matter who they were asked to lend me."

Qian Xing frowned: "What does Xiaomei want them to do?"

Finks looked unhappy: "Can you not call him that?"

Qian Xing was confused by him: "What does this have to do with you?"

"..." Finks decided to skip this. "Didn't you notice that your employee, Lin Wang, and Lida are all at the same level?"

——In layman's terms, they are all small bosses in the dungeon.

Qian Xing pondered. He also discovered this pattern.

The little devil has a lively personality, looks young and likes to act like a spoiled child. Unlike most lonely bosses who occupy a lot of space, he has perfect social attributes and is very popular in the infinite space; although this popularity does not mean advantage or luck.

Since he asked the two of them to "rent" the small boss, he probably also asked other colleagues.

What does Mephistopheles want by having so many small bosses?

Finks crossed his arms and tapped his left arm with his right finger. "I don't know what kind of mischief Mephistopheles is up to, but the fact that Yuan is also recruiting soldiers might be more than just a coincidence."

"Him?" Qian Xing felt as if she were in another world when she heard this. "Are you connected to him?"

Finks glanced at him sideways: "Are you jealous?"

Qian Xing: "...Stop talking nonsense."

"It wasn't Yuan who told me that." Finks just said that.

Since there's no second half to the sentence, it's likely that the information was obtained through his own intelligence network. This is the method every boss uses to prevent being spied on.

Qian Xing didn't ask any further questions. After all, they were colleagues, so they had some tacit understanding and consensus.

Finks suddenly realized that he had been in for so long and had been talking for a long time, but Qian Xing had not gotten up from the bed yet. She was even still leaning against the head of the bed, looking very relaxed.

He was wearing a light blue pajamas, with the collar buttoned tightly even when preparing to go to sleep; but from Finks's angle, he could still see some of his exposed white skin and the shiny fish scales on the side of his neck.

They have similar scales, but very different races.

They are two such different individuals, except for their love for their babies.

This realization made the tyrant feel an inexplicable sense of strangeness.

He lowered his hand, interrupting the Siren King's thoughts on the others: "Okay, let's not talk about others. Let's talk about us."

The inexplicable feeling from before returned to Qian Xing's mind again: "What can we say?"

"That's too cruel, Your Majesty." Finks bent down, put his hands on the edge of the bed and moved closer. "Don't forget, we haven't dissolved our 'marriage' relationship yet... Madam?"