"What do you want to do?"
Feeling Zhu Ling's gaze upon him, the dragon panicked completely.
Zhu Ling said with a smile, "You are an old dragon that has lived for thousands of years, you should have more than just this pile of scrap metal, right?"
"So tell me, will you hand it over yourself, or shall I make a move?"
Upon hearing Zhu Ling's words, the dragon's expression suddenly became very complicated.
Han Chun and Nightingale also all looked up at the dragon, curious to see what it had hidden.
Seeing Zhu Ling staring at him fiercely, the dragon had no choice but to slightly lift its body, revealing a large pit underneath.
In the pit was a chest, the material of which was uncertain, but it gave the impression of being very sturdy.
Zhu Ling laughed.
She knew this old dragon must have hidden treasures.
