Bei Chen's divine sense quickly replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
I was supposed to be here to let Xiaoxi show off; she's the master, so whatever she says goes.
Bei Chen suddenly plunged headfirst downwards.
The speed was so fast that it washed away the blanket on my head.
Fortunately, Xiaoxi tied Yan Weimin to the dragon's horns.
The sudden, weightless sensation made Yan Weimin feel like his heart was about to jump out of his mouth; he was completely out of sorts.
Bei Chen plunged headfirst into the lake and took a deep breath of water.
Then he took off again, flew to the top of the mountain, and sprayed the lake water out.
Just like rain, the pine needles on the mountain were shaking.
Bei Chen made three round trips, and the mountaintop was almost completely irrigated.
Seeing that the dragon had been performing for quite a while, Xiao Xi used her divine sense to command it to stop in mid-air.
"Uncle Yan, Uncle Yan, what's wrong?"
Yan Weimin tried his best to hold it in, guessing that he would vomit if he spoke.
He could only wave his hand, meaning: Okay, okay, let's go down now.
Xiaoxi understood what he meant; Uncle Yan was suffering from dragon sickness, which was even more painful than motion sickness.
If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way. Xiao Xi pinched a few acupoints on Yan Weimin's wrist, and he seemed much better afterward.
"Uncle Yan, watch me demonstrate the Crescent Moon Blade Technique."
Yan Weimin felt relieved and wanted to see what other skills Xiaoxi had up her sleeve.
Xiao Xi summoned the Crescent Moon Blade, which, once under the moonlight, stood upright and emitted a dazzling golden light.
Xiao Xi ran on the back of the dragon, which was still in the air, and wielded the crescent moon with great power, like a god descending from heaven.
"good!"
Yan Weimin couldn't help but clap and cheer; he could see the skill in it.
The little girl had strong arms and a stable stance. This kind of swordsmanship is something that martial artists cannot reach without practicing for thirty or forty years.
That's real skill! A six or seven-year-old girl actually did that.
It seems he heard correctly: the girl was in Hangzhou one moment and back home in Shanghai the next.
He was blind; this is the real master.
"Uncle Yan, how about we go for another stroll in the sky?"
Xiao Xi's voice suddenly pulled Yan Weimin out of his reverie: "Still want to go shopping?"
"No, no, no, time is tight and the task is heavy, I can't go shopping!"
Xiao Xi wanted to laugh when she saw Yan Weimin's resolute answer; she had achieved her goal.
"Beichen, let's go back, back to the cabin!"
Bei Chen breathed a sigh of relief. "Master, you've finally stopped causing trouble. Heaven knows, he choked on the lake water earlier."
Yan Weimin: What? The Divine Dragon has a name?
The giant dragon descended to the door of the cabin, and Yan Weimin stumbled and almost fell.
A strong arm caught him, preventing him from falling.
Huh? The red ribbon around my waist was loosely tied around the neck of a young man in a fluffy bathrobe.
This! Yan Weimin was in a state of confusion.
"Oh dear, Uncle Yan, I forgot to untie the ribbon."
Xiaoxi gave an awkward laugh and accepted the red ribbon.
"Bei Chen, why are you dressed like that?"
“Master, I was inside when you summoned me.”
Bei Chen then realized that he was receiving guests, which was very impolite. He immediately changed into the armor he wore when he was still a prince of the Dragon Clan.
That's impressive; aside from not having long hair, it doesn't affect the visual aesthetics.
"Alright, Bei Chen, this is none of your business. Go back to your room."
Bei Chen transformed into a dragon again and soared into the sky.
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