The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted - Chapter 102

“My real name? That’s a distant memory, even if it’s etched in my blood.”

The ancient golden dragon showed a look of reminiscence. What he recalled was not the name, but the memory behind the name in the bloodline. In the end, he shook his head and said.

“Xiaolong, my real name doesn’t matter. When I was summoned by Lord Dragon God and chose the treasure that needed me more, I didn’t deserve to leave my real name in the memory of inheritance.”

The ancient golden dragon showed a trace of remorse, but then the expression on the dragon’s face was full of determination.

He just made a mistake that a dragon would make.

Ansel could only twitch the corners of his mouth to comfort him.

“Lord Dragon God knows your difficulties and will forgive you. I think any giant dragon will make the same choice as you.”

Taikoo Golden Dragon also nodded in agreement.

“I think so.”

But then, he stared at Ans El with vigilant eyes.

“Don’t try to hit me with gold. Although you are my junior, I won’t give you a piece of gold.”

Taikoo Golden Dragon is worthy of being an old Golden Dragon, and it sticks to the fine tradition of Golden Dragon not giving its treasure to young dragons.

“Senior, Sandro and I just want to borrow a magic circle to go to the next floor.”

Ansier quickly explained that after remembering that the gold was just an illusion, he lost the slightest interest.

“That’s good, don’t think of dragon treasures, especially an elderly golden dragon.”

Taikoo Jinlong warned.

“Okay Xiaolong, I’m not the kind of talker of Brass Dragon. You young dragons are always so impatient, and I don’t want to keep stopping you from leaving.”

On the body of the ancient golden dragon, a dark golden scale fell off and flew towards Ansi Er.

“The guardian of the next floor is my old buddy, but if you wake him from his deep sleep, he will definitely be angry. Take my scales, junior Xiaolong, this can wake him up.”

Ansi Er took the scales, his size gradually returned to normal, and the magic restriction of the ancient golden dragon was being lifted.

On the occasion of parting, Ansi Er hesitated for a moment, but still asked the Primordial Golden Dragon.

“The gold here is just an illusion created by the ‘Illusionary Moon’ in the sky. Why don’t you leave here? With your strength, you can also obtain many real treasures on the mainland.”

“‘Real’? Xiaolong, is the treasure in the main material world real?”

Taikoo Jinlong said in a slightly mocking tone.

“Is not it?”

Ansel wondered.

“The gold here will turn into fly ash after leaving the fifth underground layer. Will the treasures in the main material world also disappear after leaving the main material world?”

Taikoo Jinlong asked back.

“Leaving the main material world? Disappearing?”

Ansier murmured, he was stunned by the words of the ancient golden dragon.

The ancient golden dragon smiled mysteriously.

“Xiaolong, although you have extraordinary strength, you are still too young. When you can understand what the moon in the sky is one day, you will understand what I said.”

The ancient golden dragon activated the teleportation circle, and Ansi Er vaguely heard his last words.

“Xiaolong, remember, Longsheng is alive, do whatever you want, everything is meaningless!”

“Everything doesn’t make sense?”

Ansi Er didn’t take it seriously, he shook his head, only when the ancient golden dragon was affected by the moon of illusion and turned into nihilism.

After all, the creatures in the underground world seem to have some problems with their brains.

Ansier looked at the sixth floor, which was very close to the end of the underground world, and there was a bright white moon hanging in the sky.

Under the moonlight, the world seemed to be covered with a thin layer of veil, and Ansel felt a sense of drowsiness.

The three major weaknesses of dragons are laziness, greed for money, and lethargy. The most irresistible thing for Ansi Er is lethargy.

“My lord, where’s the old dragon?”

Sandro finally woke up. He glanced at the sudden change in the surrounding environment, and there was no trace of a golden heap.

“Lord Lord, did you teach that old dragon a lesson, and then forced him to open the magic circle to the sixth floor? You are so powerful, so great!”

Sandro looked at Ans El with admiration.

Ansier just wanted to explain, but thinking that the ancient golden dragon would not know Sandro’s current thoughts anyway, so he was too lazy to explain.

The moon on the sixth floor is the “Sleeping Moon”. This floor is filled with all kinds of powerful elemental creatures. There are only three demigod-level beings, but they all fall into a long slumber.

As a Lich Sandro, “Sleeping Moon” didn’t have any effect on him, but overall it didn’t have much effect. The soul flame in his eyes only flickered slightly.

But Ansier felt extremely tired. He felt as if he hadn’t slept well for a long time and needed a long sleep.

Thinking that he was not far from his fifteen-year-old slumber, Ansier decided to sleep first, and directly slept at the age of fifteen. After entering the young dragon, he had a lot of awake time.

Worried that he would not wake up, he instructed Sandro: “I am going to sleep now, and I must wake me up after my fifteen-year-old sleep is over.”

After finishing his last full meal before sleeping, Ans El found a huge plain and fell into a deep sleep.

Sandro guarded Ans Aier every day. Although his soul was worn out and tired in the sleeping moon, he never fell asleep. He was worried that he would miss the opportunity to wake Ans Aier.

The happiest thing for him every day is to measure Ans Aier’s body size, watching Ans Aier’s tail continue to stretch, pass through the block of rocks, and bend the green grass.

It’s not that Sandro has nothing to do. Although the plan to create a giant stitch monster was put on hold indefinitely after Ansair appeared, he has new ideas.

He painted a strange magic circle on the ground, threw pieces of rare magic materials from the storage ring, and finally took out a keel with a length of 60 meters~www.mtlnovel.com~ The original hollow eye socket of the keel popped out. A soul flame appeared, it seemed to awaken a sense of consciousness, and conveyed the idea of ​​​​closeness to Sandro.

In a sense, Sandro is his father.

Although Sandro was an obedient, well-behaved dog in Anse Er, he was a lich after all.

Sandro mercilessly erased the consciousness of the keel, and then injected his own consciousness into the body of the keel.

With complete control over the lich dragon, Sandro felt it was part of his body.

Sandro stroked the Lich Dragon’s beautiful bones with satisfaction, full of skinny beauty.

The host will love it!

Sandro rejoiced in his heart.

He sat on the rock in front of Ans Aier’s head, staring affectionately at Ans Aier’s angular dragon face.

Sandro was looking forward to the surprise that Anselm would be surprised to see the gift he prepared the day he woke up.