Chapter 175 Guess the Gold Coin
This world is more generous than Mianmian imagined.
At first, when Julong suggested playing the game of guessing the gold coin, Mianmian just thought he was showing off his wealth to her.
After all, in all fairy tales, dragons love money like their lives.
But what Mianmian didn't expect was that after she guessed an even number on the first round, the dragon actually pushed piles of small gold coins as high as Mianmian's knees towards her, almost drowning her.
The light brown dragon's eyes curved, and he said with a smile, "Take it. This is your reward for guessing correctly."
Mianmian: “…”
Mianmian took a step back in fear. He asked in horror, "What do you mean? Is this the money to buy my life?"
"No," the dragon explained, "it's just a reward you won from playing games. There's no need to be shy—poor little thing, it's just a few insignificant gold coins."
Just a few hundred million gold coins...
Mianmian felt ashamed of her inexperience.
The glittering gold dazzled his eyes, and he struggled, "But I can't..."
"Don't spoil the fun, dear." The dragon's voice became increasingly gentle. "Don't let the game stop here... Honestly, I'm a little unhappy now. I really want to jump into the sea..."
There were two oval, meteor-shaped bones above his huge eyes. Mianmian guessed that they should be his eyebrows - although there was only brow bone and no hair.
Now, his brows were slightly furrowed, and Mianmian could see a hint of melancholy on his dragon face.
Mianmian didn't react for a moment. It wouldn't matter if the dragon jumped into the sea. He only remembered the work content agreed upon with the high priest. He was afraid that the dragon would commit suicide in front of him - if such a big dragon started to make trouble, he would definitely not be able to stop it.
You might even be trampled to death in the chaos.
Mianmian didn't care about being afraid. She immediately ran under his claws and gently hugged the dragon's toes, which were thicker than his own. She coaxed him, "Don't be like this. Don't give up your life. I'll play with you!"
In dragon form, Raikiri had to hold himself together to prevent himself from grinning and laughing out loud.
Mianmian is so simple, so cute, and so soft. He is like a cloud in the sky, the kind of fluffy white cloud under the blue sky that Raikiri likes most.
From a distance, it looks like a fragrant soufflé. When you go inside, the misty fog is floating on the scales, and the gentle flowing wind will make Raikiri so comfortable that he will let out a dragon's roar, but he had never been able to catch those clouds and wind before.
But now, Mianmian caught him.
The dragon used up almost all of his life's greatest endurance to prevent the fire in his heart from rising to his entire body, and then spewing dragon breath from his nose, burning his lovely wife.
"Oh, all right," the dragon said pretentiously, "since that's what you asked—you want to play games with me for a while."
"Yes, I hope to play games with you for a while." Mianmian said cooperatively.
After saying that, he ran back to the pile of gold coins that the dragon had just given him and sat down, which meant that he decided to continue the gold coin guessing game.
The dragon was satisfied.
He used his tail to roll up a pile of gold coins again, divided them into two parts, and asked Mianmian to guess.
There is no need to be precise to the quantity, just say whether it is an odd or even number, the winning rate is exactly one in half.
Because the number was so large, Mianmian had to count carefully for a long time every time she played a hand.
Scraping and counting at the same time not only consumes brain power but also physical energy.
"What's that sound?" Mianmian wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose with the back of her hand and asked the dragon, "Are you singing?"
"Yes," the dragon said modestly, "you put me in a good mood, so I was humming quietly. Did you hear me?"
"I heard it." Mianmian praised sincerely, "It sounds very nice. Even though I don't understand it, it really sounds very nice."
"Thank you." The dragon arched its back and gently fluttered its wings. Because it was already familiar with the situation, Mianmian wasn't frightened. After changing its posture, the dragon said slowly, "But let me remind you, do you remember where you just counted?"
Mianmian was stunned.
He stared blankly at the dragon's obviously bent snout for a while before he reacted. Then he immediately lowered his head and stopped talking - he began to count from the beginning.
Just now, Rachel thought he was going to be angry.
But Mianmian didn't. He just looked at himself stupidly, lowered his head and started over again.
Mianmian really treats "making the dragon happy" as her job.
How could there be such a cute and good-tempered human boy? Raikiri's heart softened.
So he quietly rolled a gold coin over when Mianmian wasn't paying attention - he knew whether it was an odd or even number.
If he wants Mianmian to win, she will win; if he wants Mianmian to lose, she will lose... Well, how could Raikiri really let Mianmian lose his gold coins?
Control yourself and don't let it out too obviously, you have already used up all your strength.
With such a lovely wife, the dragon just wanted to stuff all the gold coins under her tender belly.
But it probably won’t fit in there, which is a big problem…
Then let him sit on the mountain of gold.
Rachel thought happily.
…
So, after three games in one afternoon, Mianmian discovered that he had won a small mountain of gold as high as his own.
It just stood there beside Mianmian. Mianmian sat on the floor and looked up at it, feeling extremely shocked.
Mianmian: “…”
This world is really too generous!
Mr. Julong, you are so rich!
After the game ended, seeing that Julong was in a much better mood, Mianmian finally said seriously, "Mr. Julong, it's really fun to play games with you, but I can't accept these game props." He pointed to the small mountain of gold beside him and said, "I have a fixed salary, and these are too much."
Mianmian always had the illusion that he was deceiving the elderly man living alone.
It's like the kind of scheming omega that often appears in TV dramas, disguising herself as a babysitter, tricking elderly people with high pensions into getting married, adding her name to the property deed, and asking them to transfer all their savings to her, that kind of slutty, bad omega!
Mianmian doesn't do such things.
In particular, he knew that his employer, Mr. Julong, suffered from depression.
"But you earned this," said Rachel.
He didn't give it to his wife directly, but instead used the method of playing games to give it to her. He was very sincere, so why didn't his wife accept it?
The dragon pointed to the mountain of gold behind it and said, "These are only a small part of my wealth."
Mianmian nodded: "You are really rich."
"So what I give you is just a very insignificant amount." The dragon continued.
"You can be generous, but I can't be greedy."
“…”
Now, Raikiri was speechless.
I’m so anxious! I want to give gifts but can’t. I’m so anxious…wait.
The dragon narrowed its eyes.
In order not to scare Mianmian, he stood up very slowly, moved to the side, and exposed the golden mountain behind him as completely as possible.
Only then did Mianmian realize that the base of the Golden Mountain was basically made of a large iron box that looked like a treasure chest.
There are relatively large items under the golden mountain, and sparkling gems scattered around.
It can be seen that Mr. Julong has his own aesthetic sense, because he piled this mountain of gold into a gradient color - pure gold on the top and colorful on the bottom.
The dragon suddenly said seriously, "Mianmian, I hope you understand that you work for me. I hired you. An...the high priest is just a middleman."
"Yeah." Mianmian agreed and listened to him continue.
"Dragons are creatures that believe deeply in oaths. You just agreed to play a game with me, so you must respect winning and losing. I understand that you won but don't want to take these gold coins." The dragon said slowly, "But you must take one other thing with you."
"ha?"
"A dragon who breaks his oath will be punished by the gods. If you don't take anything with you, I'm afraid I won't live long..."
Before he could finish, Mianmian called him hurriedly.
"Stop!" Mianmian shouted, "Mr. Julong, I understand what you mean! I'll go pick something to take away."
Such a big dragon was about to start making a scene, and Mianmian really couldn't stand it.
He quickly ran to the front of the gold mountain, squatted down, and picked it up - just take any worthless ones and leave, so as to avoid Mr. Dragon's relentless pursuit.
Mianmian began to search.
Oil paintings are not acceptable, as they are probably antiques.
No, gems are too expensive.
Pearls are a good option.
Coral... The coral is too big to be moved.
Just when Mianmian was about to take the smallest pink pearl he could find, which was as big as his fist, and tell the dragon that he wanted it, he suddenly saw a very inconspicuous thing.
It may seem inconspicuous, but in front of a pile of shining treasures, the inconspicuous thing becomes conspicuous.
It was a parchment with a small paw print on it.
There is no text on the parchment scroll, and the claw marks resemble chicken claws.
Mianmian thought that this might be something that Mr. Julong accidentally brought back when he went out to plunder, and it shouldn't be something valuable.
He held up the parchment scroll and said to the dragon, which turned around and stared at him, "I want this one!"
Lei Qie was silent for a while, then asked him, "Are you sure you want this?"
Mr. Julong, who is wealthy and powerful, asked this question, so he probably doesn't know what this thing is, which is consistent with Mianmian's guess that the parchment scroll is a piece of waste paper.
"Yes!" Mianmian said firmly, "I want this one. I like this one."
"Okay, it's yours." Dalong nodded.
After deciding what to take away, dusk had already fallen in the sky.
The door opened automatically, and Julong told Mianmian that he could go home from get off work.
"Come at the same time tomorrow." said the dragon.
Mianmian was no longer afraid of him and agreed readily.
Before leaving, he glanced at the temple and always felt that Mr. Dragon looked at him with very gentle eyes.
How could I think a dragon was gentle? Mianmian smiled and put this strange thought behind her.
He folded the parchment into the pouch at his waist and skipped towards the cave.
It's always a pleasure to get off work.
After he left, the temple door slowly closed.
The space twisted and Raikiri turned from a dragon back into a human.
He twisted his neck with a distorted expression - sleeping in the nest was fine, but after lying in the same position for the entire afternoon, his bones were extremely stiff.
But Raqie was still very happy to be able to play with his wife for so long.
Raikiri snapped his fingers, and the small golden mountain at the door instantly moved and merged with the big golden mountain.
"He's taken all the most valuable things. Let's try something else tomorrow." Lei Qie muttered to himself, "Our Mian Mian is really smart and has good vision."
He actually took away the deed to the temple directly, which was something Raqie had never expected.
But he didn't intend to deny it.
We're getting married anyway, so I might as well transfer the house to my wife first, he thought.
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The author has something to say:
Parchment no property certificate yes
I'll fix the typos together with the next chapter. I'm a bit slow today. I still haven't recovered from the bloating from eating raw radish yesterday...
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