Chapter 873 Help You Check Your Body

Regarding being ruled by a cat-shaped monster.

Deep down, White Fang actually refused.

After all, you can't just say that you are the boss, but I will let you be the boss.

What are the benefits? You have to take it out and take a look before you can decide...

Soon, White Fang nodded repeatedly and lay down next to the little white cat to obey the order.

I had no choice but to try, and the result was that White Fang was mounted on the back of the little white cat and beaten in a fancy way.

This made White Fang resentful in his heart, but he could do nothing about it.

Without his magic power, he was really no match for the little white cat who was a bit bigger than him in physical terms.

Moreover, the little white cat's lightning speed also startled White Fang.

It made his heart beat faster and he shouted secretly:

"My Dragon God, are all the giant's subordinates monsters?"

Conquered by the truth, White Fang followed the little white cat out of the room obediently.

Suddenly, the sun shone on White Fang's fine scales, making him feel warm and comfortable all over.

"Is this the giant's lair?"

"The concentration of spiritual energy is no worse than on Holy Dragon Island."

"Sure enough, the forces behind the giant are also forbidden area level!"

Feeling the concentration of spiritual energy around him, Bai Ya trembled and took a greedy breath.

Unfortunately, the ban in his body was still there and the spiritual energy could not be converted into mana, so he had to sigh.

It was just a sigh, and White Fang no longer had the childish idea that if I could recover my magic power, I could escape immediately.

In just over ten seconds, he had already seen no less than ten extraordinary monkeys.

There are also many undead puppets sitting cross-legged on the top of mountains everywhere, using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to continuously condense their bodies in the magic circle.

Although I don't quite understand why those undead puppets are so weird that some even sacrifice their efficiency as warriors.

But the souls with surging soul power hidden in these undead puppets can still be seen by White Fang, relying on the dragon's intuition, even if they lose their mana.

He knew very well that even without the scary little white cat and those monkeys.

If any of these practicing undead puppets moves, it is not something that I can deal with.

After all, none of these undead puppets are shorter than 180 meters!

Coupled with the ability to drive such a tall dead soul and the extraordinary power.

White Fang thought about it. It wouldn't be a problem for one of them to hit him three or four times.

"Boss, are we here?"

"Where is this...?"

White Fang followed the little white cat to a cave and saw a bunch of unknown but powerful equipment inside.

Then, he saw the little white cat lightly jump to a metal table, skillfully took out a rather delicate-looking glass product, and then shouted:

"Boy, jump up!"

"oh."

White Fang did not dare to neglect the little white cat's request and jumped onto the cold metal platform.

"Lie down!"

"Don't move! Your butt is exposed!"

"Okay, let me check your body now."

"Then draw a tube of blood."

"Draw blood?"

When White Fang heard the blood drawing, he started to tremble: "I'm not yet a minor, my blood doesn't taste good!"

"Quiet!"

The little white cat snorted coldly, raised his paw, and hit White Fang on the head with a snap, causing him to fall down on the metal table with an ouch.

Then, the little white cat hummed: "Don't worry, just smoke a small can, you won't die."

"I'll give you a few extra bags of cat food later."

"Cat food?"

White Fang was startled for a moment, and then he felt a pain in his butt, and then he noticed that part of the blood in his body was leaving his body quickly.

But not long after White Fang was panicked and frightened, White Fang felt that the sharp tool that extracted the blood from his body left his body.

It was just as the little white cat said, it would be over in a moment.

Just that little bit of blood in exchange for a few bags of delicious food, it seems like... I haven't lost anything?

When White Fang forced himself to comfort himself.

The little white cat had already picked up the syringe and looked at the light red dragon's blood flowing inside.

It couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Don't look at the little white cat bullying White Fang easily.

In his heart, the little white cat still valued White Fang's talent.

As for the Blue Eyes White Dragon, he must be from the Morning Star Dragon Clan, right?

It is at the same level as Xinghai Eagle or even surpasses it!

It's a pity that dragon blood is too powerful.

The little white cat estimated that even if the dragon's blood was finally refined, it would be used in various alchemical potions just like the red dragon's blood.

And it is difficult to improve one's own bloodline.

"Hey, when can I catch a morning-star beast that is similar to me?"

"I am envious and jealous of the Great Sage, meow! I also want to become a morning star white cat and kill everyone!"

The little white cat muttered inwardly, shook the syringe, and stored it in the freezer.

Then, he looked at White Fang who was still lying down and hummed: "It's over, get up and get ready to work!"

"Meow food?"

"..."

"I'll give you extra food for dinner."

After the little white cat said this, he urged Bai Ya to follow him into the underground world of Huaguo Mountain.

There, White Fang was stunned to see a huge open space.

The empty land was covered with magic circles, and there were strange glasses everywhere that emitted a gentle light and illuminated the surroundings.

At the same time, the copper and gold wires on the magic circle made White Fang keenly feel that the power of thunder and lightning was imprisoned there and running gently.

"This... could it be the thunder magic circle that the entire Silver Dragon clan has always dreamed of!"

"It can generate thunder, train thunder, and use the power of thunder!"

White Fang couldn't help whispering: "If the dragon gods of the Silver Dragon knew that the giants had a way to do it."

"They must want to get the method at all costs, right?"

"Hmm? Hmm!"

While thinking, White Fang was led by the little white cat to the center of the open space.

There, White Fang saw a pile of steel alloy sheets quietly stacked there.

Like a small steel mountain.

The little white cat jumped to the top of the mountain of those steel sheets, looking down at White Fang from a high place, hummed, opened the projection stone, and let a witchcraft rune float in the air.

"Look carefully!"

"Your task today is to engrave this zero-error rune on these steel sheets."

"Engrave a zero-error rune?"

"With the special intuition of my Blue-Eyes White Dragon clan, this kind of work is really making the best use of everything."

White Fang opened his mouth and saw that next to the hill of steel sheets, there were several carving tools specially placed.

These carving tools are all made of three-times-reinforced steel alloys. It is not a big problem to use them to engrave these steel sheets that are only once-reinforced.

But...isn't this quantity too much?

"Work hard, little white dragon!"

The little white cat completed the task of leading the way, jumped down, patted White Fang's head and said:

"When the engraving is done, you can go out for a walk."

"Also don't worry, this cat will definitely keep its word. I will definitely give you a snack for your dinner later!"

"But, after eating and drinking well, you have to work fast and well!"

"Otherwise, if this cat is scolded by the master, the amount of blood you draw next time will not be such a small can!"