Regarding being ruled by a cat-shaped monster.
Deep down, White Fang actually refused.
After all, you can't say that you are the boss, and then 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 is really no match for the little white cat that is a bit bigger than him in physical terms.
Moreover, the little white cat's lightning-fast movements also startled White Fang.
It made his heart beat faster and he shouted secretly:
"My Dragon God, are all the giant's subordinates monsters?"
White Fang, who was conquered by the truth, 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 Shenglong 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, but White Fang no longer had the childish idea that I could escape immediately if I could regain my magic power.
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 intuition of the dragon clan, even if they lose their magic power.
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 control 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, have we arrived?"
"Where is this...?"
White Fang followed the little white cat to a cave and saw a bunch of unknown but powerful equipment placed 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 quickly!"
"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 its 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 and said: "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.
However, not long after White Fang became panicked and frightened, White Fang felt that the sharp tool that extracted blood from his body left his body.
It was just as the little white cat said, it would be over in a moment.
Just a little bit of blood in exchange for a few bags of delicious food, it seems... 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 feel 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 White 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 wires and gold wires on the magic circle made White Fang keenly feel that the power of thunder and lightning was imprisoned and running gently there.
"This...could it be the thunder magic circle that the whole Silver Dragon clan has always dreamed of!"
"You can generate thunder, train thunder, and use the power of thunder!"
White Fang couldn't help but whisper: "If the dragon gods of the silver dragon know that the giant has a way to do it."
"They must be trying to find a way at any cost, right?"
"Uh-huh!"
Just as White Fang was thinking about it, he was led by the little white cat to the center of this empty place.
There, White Fang saw a large pile of steel alloy pieces being quietly built there.
Like a steel hill.
The little white cat jumped to the top of the steel plate, looked down at White Fang, hummed, opened the projection stone, and made a witchcraft rune appear in the air.
"See clearly!"
"Your task today is to burn this error-free rune on these steel sheets."
"Burn runes with zero error?"
"With the special intuition of my Blue Eyes White Dragon clan, this kind of work is really the best use of my resources."
White Fang opened his mouth and saw several carving tools placed beside the hill made of steel sheets.
This carving tool is forged from triple-strengthened steel alloys. It is not a big problem to carve these steel pieces that are only once-strengthened.
But... this number is a bit too much, right?
"Work hard, little white dragon!"
The little white cat completed its task of leading the way, jumped down, patted White Fang on the head and said:
"Whenever you carve it, you can go out and enjoy it."
"Besides, don't worry, I will definitely keep what I said, and I will definitely add extra food to your dinner later!"
"It's just that if you eat well and drink well, you have to work quickly and well!"
Chapter completed!