I, the devil dragon, start the game with a loving father and a filial son

As long as he gets this Panku treasure box, he will be in control of the gate of hell. Then he may have the opportunity to make deals with those high-ranking demon kings.

The opportunity for eternal life seems to have arrived!

Thinking of this, he didn't even care about Xiaoyu. After all, in his heart, Xiaoyu was just a Saint who had not grown up.

She may be able to dominate an era in the future, but right now, she is not as important as Panku's Treasure Box.

A burst of purple magic caught the slowly falling man and the Panku treasure box in his hand. The magic was flowing around the fat man, but he did not dare to touch the small box.

"True?" Xiaoyu saw the figure above clearly and whispered.

After seeing the box in his hand and the greedy expression of Daolosaurus, his big eyes rolled around and shouted loudly: "Quick, that's the box dad is looking for, grab it!"

Daolong was stunned, and Toru was also stunned. His eyes when he looked at Daolong changed instantly. This old man wanted to steal the fruits of his labor?

You know, for finding this Panku treasure box, Valon promised to give him one million dollars, which would allow his mother to live a good life.

Daolong looked at Xiaoyu and then at Tru. Aren't these two people in the same group? Could it be that they were originally fighting for the Panku treasure box?

But it doesn't matter. Although he doesn't know who is behind this fat man, Daolong is the strongest wizard. Even the Archmage was defeated by him back then. He doesn't think anyone in this era can threaten him.

Thinking that he did not deny Xiaoyu's words, when Tohru landed, another magic shot hit Tohru instantly, imprisoning all his movements.

Xiaoyu was stunned, looking at Tohru who was struggling to no avail, feeling that he might be in trouble this time.

"Fat man, take the Panku treasure box and follow me. How about I spare your life?" Daolong looked at Tru and asked indifferently.

He couldn't touch Panku's treasure box, but he could get it indirectly. He just saw that the fat man seemed to have a magical talent, that is, skeletal wonder, so he wanted to give him a chance.

If he doesn't want it himself, Daolong will not be merciful.

"I can't give you the Panku treasure box." Toru gritted his teeth and struggled hard. This is one million, so much money. How could Toru hand it over without going to the justice side?

"It's up to you." Daolong said casually, and then his eyes turned to Xiaoyu: "Young Saint, it's your turn now."

Xiaoyu looked at Quetzalcoatl, who was still bound in place, and became a little anxious. Her flexible little brain kept spinning, as if she had thought of something, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Don't you want to know who is competing with a god for Panku's treasure box?" Xiaoyu seemed to have ruined it and even sat on the ground, looking at Daolong with some pity and said.

"Oh? Are these the last words of the Saint?" Daolong seemed to understand something, this little girl was going to delay time!

But who is his Daolong? The most powerful wizard! Who is he afraid of? It seems that there is no harm in hearing it.

"Haha, of course you can kill me, although I don't know what kind of saint you are doing." Xiaoyu shrugged at first.

Then he said: "But, this Panku treasure box is something destined by the Fire Demon. If you rob his things, are you sure you can keep it?"

Daolong frowned fiercely. He looked at the situation on the field, including a reincarnation of a saint, a god and an ordinary person with very good magic talent.

It seems that the one who can snatch things from the Saint...maybe...perhaps is really the Holy Lord?

"Are you scared?" Xiaoyu said jokingly: "There are even scarier ones."

Daolong frowned deeper and deeper, as if he had fallen into some quagmire unintentionally, but he did not stop the girl from stalling for time. He also wanted to hear what kind of situation he had fallen into.

"Does the son of the Holy Lord know?" Seeing Daolong's expression, Xiaoyu knew that her purpose of delaying time had been achieved. Although she didn't know if anyone would come to save her, Ye Changmengduo's words went both ways.

As long as there is time, things will change. I hope daddy can fall from the sky, or anyone can come, at least until Quetzalcoatl regains his ability to move.

While thinking wildly, the girl continued: "I should have a good relationship with him. You killed me and robbed my father's things. Are you sure you can survive tomorrow?"

What Xiaoyu was thinking at this time was: I pointed a gun at his head, and he still called me queen, so the relationship should be good...right?

At this moment, Daolong's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Of course, what he was thinking about at this moment was not the girl's words, but what was revealed in her words.

The son of the Holy Lord?

The Holy Lord has a son?

So could the ninth monarch really be him? If he really took the Panku treasure box, would he directly offend the two monarchs?

Could it be that the target of modern saint warriors is their father and son?

Each question made Daolong a little uneasy. It was easier for the Holy Lord to answer. After all, when Lope sealed him, he recorded all the loopholes and restraint magic in the magic book.

And Daolong happened to have a few books that turned the Holy Lord into a sand sculpture.

However, the Holy Lord's son is unknown, which represents a monarch without any weaknesses.

This kind of monarch is terrifying. Without restraint magic, let alone the fact that he has not broken through the Archmage, even if he breaks through, he may not be able to seal it.

After all, sealed things are, to put it bluntly, left behind by gods of the same level. Human mages and wizards are all leftovers left by others.

Want to seal a monarch...difficult!

"So, you'd better stop wasting your energy and go by yourself. I can pretend that nothing happened." Xiaoyu asked pretending to be relaxed.

But if you look carefully, you can see the sweat on the little girl's forehead and palms, and you can imagine how nervous she is at this time.

Daolong was still thinking, and the staff in his hand slowly fell, as if he was really going to leave as the girl said, but the next moment, his frown slowly relaxed, and he found the loophole in the girl's mouth!

"As expected of a Saint, his ability to make up lies is really great." Daolong's tone became slow and steady.

"But the Holy Lord has clearly not recovered, so how can he threaten me?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiaoyu was shocked: Oops, the tiger skin was ripped off!

But she still said forcefully: "Okay, but don't you want to know why he didn't recover?"

"If you don't want to, you should go to reincarnation in the next life!" Daolong said as black magic gradually appeared in his hands.

Quetzalcoatl's eyes are anxious at this moment, and light is gradually emitting from his body. It's almost, as long as he drags it a little longer, he will be able to break free!

"His son seized the power of the twelve talismans and turned into a very powerful demon. This is the reason why the Holy Lord did not recover." Xiaoyu said urgently, as if he wanted to make a final struggle.

Daolong didn't want to listen to Xiaoyu's words at this moment, although he was also interested in the last part: "That really inherited the Holy Lord's will, it's just a little troublesome little devil, so what if it really comes?

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"Saint, it's time to send you on your way." Daolong said that the magic in his hand was ready to be completed and was about to end the life of the contemporary Saint.

Quetzalcoatl struggled hard, and it seemed that the aura on his body had become a little stronger. He was ready to burn his authority to save the girl he had never protected.

Although it is possible that He would be gone, but so what?

But suddenly, the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, Quetzalcoatl's solar authority was instantly suppressed, and a calm voice sounded.

"Is it?"