My House Is Pretty Big

A fawning expression actually appeared on Xia Mi's exquisitely inhuman face, yet it did not seem out of place in the slightest.

It was as though she had been born to be the perfect lackey.

I'd brave fire and boiling water for you, Brother White King.

Was it really the right choice to let someone like this join my team?

Qin Sheng fell into deep thought. He always felt that Xia Mi was completely incompatible with him, the team leader of upright, loyal, and simple character.

Would she ruin the team's atmosphere?

Whatever. He had chosen her himself.

She was already here, anyway.

Xia Mi's fair palm transformed into a dragon claw, and drops of blood seeped out. She was extremely decisive.

Little Dragon Girl was very smart. She understood one principle.

Since resistance was useless, she might as well enjoy it.

This person shouted things about the Great Dao and becoming immortal, then charged straight into my home. I really couldn't refuse him.

Once you had a thousand coins, you wanted ten thousand; once you became a Dragon King, you wanted to become immortal.

"What do you want to study about dragonkind, White King?"

"First, I'm not called the White King." Qin Sheng continued,

"What exactly are dragons? They are born able to leverage the power of rules. Does that mean they are somehow connected to the rules of heaven and earth?"

"What is the essence of Dragon Clan bloodlines? Do they possess backend permissions for this world? Why can half-bloods resonate with elements and rules in mortal bodies without comprehending the Dao or cultivating mana?"

Qin Sheng was not surprised that peerless powerhouses could make use of heaven and earth's rules, but the fact that an ordinary mortal could do the same was abnormal.

Once Qin Sheng grew