"Bet?" Upon hearing this, Yinglong suddenly closed his mouth and showed a strange expression as if he was thinking about something.

During the long years of imprisonment, he had become so lazy that he had no interest in most things and usually spent his time sleeping.

But before that, what he loved most in his life was betting and testing human nature...but those memories were too long ago, so long ago that he almost forgot that he had this hobby.

In addition, among the low-level ants that have not yet transformed, this human is the first one who dares to make a bet with him.

Yinglong was extra tolerant towards the first time in life, because the first time often meant "worth remembering and savoring", so he lowered his huge head again, intending to listen to what kind of bet this human would propose.

If the bet is really boring, it won't be too late to kill him.

"What I want to bet with you is this," Qiu Changtian said in a deep voice, "If the next human who arrives here is faced with a dilemma between 'feelings' and 'interests', I bet he will eventually choose the former."

Yinglong's golden vertical pupils narrowed, and his thoughts began to race.

This bet tests the value orientation of individual human beings, whether they tend to be more "loyal and righteous" or "profit first".

Those being tested are limited to "the next human being to arrive here", which means that there is a certain degree of unpredictability.

The conditions proposed by the other party do not have a clear advantage and are relatively fair. This bet can be agreed, but...

"Okay, then I'll bet that he will choose benefits." Ying Long said in a deep voice, "But the specific test for them to make the decision will be determined by me."

Qiu Changtian sneered:

"How can this be possible? Since we are betting on his decision, the 'feelings' and 'interests' on both sides of the scale should at least be equal in value, and both sides must agree on this."

"If the test is decided by Lord Yinglong, and you only need to offer a huge benefit and put it together with a trivial emotion, and let him make the decision, then I will definitely lose, right?"

"How could I do such a boring thing?" Yinglong spit out a fierce fire with disdain, melting a large area of ​​the rock under his feet. "If you don't trust me, let's not make this bet."

If he didn't make the bet, it would mean that Yinglong had lost interest in him, and his fate would be self-evident.

So Qiu Changtian pretended to struggle for a moment, and finally had to compromise and said:

"I have to make this bet. In this case, I can only trust you for now."

"The bet I require is: if I win, you need to release your dragon power for a moment, and then give me a drop of blood."

Yinglong was silent for a moment after hearing this, and suddenly burst into laughter, shaking the entire mountain of swords and causing it to tremble and crack:

"Interesting, really interesting! You actually want my blood essence? Do you know what a drop of my undiluted blood essence represents?"

"You dare to covet it? Are you worthy of coveting it?"

Qiu Changtian said expressionlessly:

"Master Yinglong is now a prisoner. He has been bleeding for so many years. What's wrong with giving me a drop of his blood?"

"Heh." Yinglong said jokingly, "I wasn't forced to bleed, but I lost a bet with an immortal among you humans. In order to fulfill my oath, I had to stay here temporarily, and the blood I donated was just ordinary blood."

"Let's get back to the point. Since you have the courage and want to bet my blood essence, it's not impossible...but what equivalent bet can you offer in exchange?"

"Isn't it Lord Yinglong who has the final say on whether the bet is equal?" Qiu Changtian smiled coldly, "In that case, why don't you just name your price directly?"

"You are quite self-aware." Yinglong showed a humane and sarcastic expression and said, "There is nothing about you that I would like."

"If you lose, I will kill you; if you win, I can do as you say and give you a drop of blood."

"But you also have to agree to one of my requests, so that the bet is equal. How about it?"

"Okay." Qiu Changtian nodded.

If you lose the bet, you will be killed; if you don’t bet, you will also be killed.

Therefore, there is no need to consider the price to be paid if you lose the bet. What is important is whether the "one drop of blood" and "one request" after winning the bet are equivalent.

Of course, this question cannot be asked directly, because Yinglong would certainly not bother to make any guarantees in advance.

In Yinglong's opinion, just being willing to make a bet with the ant under his feet is already the greatest gift to the ant - you still want more fairness, do you deserve it?

Of course, if Yinglong knew what the Kunlun Mirror was, he would probably put away his contempt.

However, he didn't know, so he was doomed to lose.

…

After Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu teleported away again, Qiu Changtian finally came out from behind the mountain with his sword light and said:

"Looks like I won."

"Hmph." Yinglong was obviously a little embarrassed.

After all, he had agreed to the bet in advance, and he had designed the specific test content, but he still lost the bet... He had never felt so frustrated in his memory!

The only explanation is that the two people who just arrived here, no matter what kind of test they encountered, their reactions were actually within the other party's expectations.

"You have known these two Shushan disciples for a long time, and you know that they practice the Taoism of Wenqingliu, right?" Yinglong asked him with a bad expression.

Qiu Changtian didn't talk to him much, he just said calmly:

"This has nothing to do with our bet. Or does Lord Yinglong intend to deny it?"

Yinglong became even more angry after hearing this. He could only snort and force himself to step down.

"Why would I regret it? Anyway, even if I lose the bet, it's still in my favor."

It folded its five-colored wings, and its golden vertical pupils suddenly enlarged. In an instant, boundless dragon power exploded like a nuclear bomb!

Qiu Changtian, who faced Long Wei head-on, was like a small boat hit by a tsunami wave. He almost overturned and fell to the ground. He took a lot of effort to keep his body steady in the air.

When Yinglong saw his embarrassment, his remaining anger disappeared immediately, and he lazily put away his dragon power and said:

"alright?"

After confirming that the Kunlun Mirror had already recorded the other party, Qiu Changtian nodded with a pale face.

"Very good, remember your promise." Yinglong's heart was slightly shaken, and a drop of blood from his heart flowed out, which he spat out and sent in front of him.

"If you have the opportunity to go to the Eastern Emperor Realm, go find my daughter and bring her to the Northern Abyss Realm."

Yinglong's daughter? Qiu Changtian thought for a moment, then took out the bottle, put the drop of blood in it, and asked:

"Where is your daughter located? And what features can be used to identify her?"

Yinglong was silent for a long time, as if he was lost in some lingering and melancholy thoughts. After a while, he said:

"Her nickname is 'Dragon Fox'."

"She possesses the blood of humans, dragons, and foxes at the same time, which makes her look like a white fox, but she has the golden eyes of a dragon."

"This kind of mixed-blood appearance should be unique in the Eastern Emperor Realm."

"As for her location, I have been imprisoned in the tower for at least 100,000 years. How can I know?"

"I think she should be with her mother. If you see her, please tell her mother for me..."

Having said this, Yinglong suddenly got stuck again.

"...Say something?" Qiu Changtian couldn't help but ask when he saw that he didn't respond for a long time.

"No, nothing."

Yinglong closed his golden vertical pupils, coiled his body around the mountain of swords, and stopped talking.